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acot – heat lyrics

[chorus]
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

[intro]
this that fire, man
run that sh-t back
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
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

[verse 1]
once upon a time
there was a young boy straight finessin’ sh-t
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 b-tch
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, yuh
she put my hand on her booty, yuh
she said “daddy, can you do me?,” yuh
sprayed on that b-tch like a uzi, yuh

[interlude]
sh-t, ayy, i ain’t f-ckin’ done yet
yuh, yuh

[verse 2]
momma need some gold t–th
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 f-ckin’ dancin’
i’ma keep on rappin’ till i’m dancin’ in my f-ckin’ mansion

[chorus]
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

[outro]
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

- acot lyrics

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