HEAT - Acot

If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me

Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens

This that fire, man

Run that shit back, ayy, ayy

If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me

Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens

I said if it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me

Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens

Once upon a time there was a young boy straight finessin' shit

I don’t sell no drugs but you could hit me if you need the zip

I’ve been workin' hard, I’m tryna get all of my friends rich

Workin' everyday, I’m tryna get myself a bad bitch

Ayy, blowin' up all in my city

Ayy, she call me poppa, no Biggie

Ayy, all of these hoes think I’m pretty

Ayy, beautiful hair like a hippie

Ayy, smokin' my dope in the 'cuzzi, yah

She put my hand on her booty, yah

She said «Daddy, can you do me?,» yah

Sprayed on that bitch like a Uzi, yah

Shit, ayy, I ain’t fuckin' done yet, yuh, yuh

Momma need some gold teeth, all my dawgs are tryna eat

Goin' dummy on the beat, ACOT supply the heat

Posted at the function, slippers on but I’m still fuckin' dancin'

I’ma keep on rappin' till I’m dancin' in my fuckin' mansion

If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me

Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens

If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me

Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens

If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me

Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens

If it ain’t the moolah tryna talk to me, stop callin' me

Pockets feelin' tight and I’m just tryna stack my collard greens