Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HEAT , by - Acot. Release date: 15.02.2017
Song language: English
HEAT |
| 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 |