HEAT - ACOT

If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me stop calling me

Pockets feeling tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens

This that fire man

Run that sh*t back

Ay ay

If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me stop calling me

Pockets feeling tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens

I said if it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me stop calling me

Pockets feeling tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens

Once upon a time there was a young boy straight finessing sh*t

I don't sell no *** b**ch you can hit me if you need the zip

I've been working hard I'm tryna get all of my friends rich

Working everyday I'm tryna get myself a bad b**ch

Ay blowing up all in my city

Ay she call me papa no biggie

Ay all of these hoes think I'm pretty

Ay beautiful hair like a hippie

Ay smoking my d**e in the 'cuzzi

Yuh she put my hand on her booty

Yuh she said daddy can you do me

Yuh sprayed on that b**ch like a Uzi

Yuh

Sh*t ay I ain't f**king done yet

Yuh yuh

Momma need some gold teeth

All my dogs are tryna eat

Going dummy on the beat

Acot supply the heat

Posted at the function

Slippers on but I'm still f**king dancing

I'm keep on rapping till I'm dancing in my f**king mansion

If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me stop calling me

Pockets feeling tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens

If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me stop calling me

Pockets feeling tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens

If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me stop calling me

Pockets feeling tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens

If it ain't the moolah tryna talk to me stop calling me

Pockets feeling tight an' I'm just tryna stack my collard greens