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Rico Nasty – In The Air

Singers: Rico Nasty
Albums: Rico Nasty – Nasty
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Lyrics Rico Nasty – In The Air

Text:

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Rico Nasty:
So much money in the air, in the air, air
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air

Keep the hating shit, over there, over there, there
So much money in the air, in the air, air

This shit I think about, you should put me in a crazy house
I hope that you don’t wait ’til it’s too late
For you to shut your mouth
I gotta see it too, believe me I ain’t with the word of mouth
Tell me who the problem now
Point ’em out and take ’em down
I do what I wanna do, you do what you can afford
Give them some they ask for more
Jumping out the window thought I heard them people at my door
Smoking on some very loud pack, like the speakers blown
Niggas tryna get a set, playing Moneyball
They ain’t on what we be on
Every day I see a clone
I’m the hottest out, you think that I left the oven on
Smoking strong, money long, talking stupid switch your tone
Cashing out like fuck a loan

Rico Nasty (BlocBoy JB):
So much money in the air, in the air, air (in the air)
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air (in the air)
Keep the hating shit, over there, over there, there (what?)
So much money in the air, in the air, air (BlocBoy)
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air (in the air)
Keep the hating shit, over there, over there, there (over there)
So much money in the air, in the air, air (bands!)

Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air (right)

BlocBoy JB:
I got them bands in my pockets (pockets)
Stacks are so fat they can’t fit in the wallet (wallet)
Bitch I’m a shooter like I play for the Rockets (Rockets)
You just a block you must be on a molly (molly)
B-boy you trippin’, you gon’ come up missin’
Handguns got extensions
We don’t play, bitch this ain’t 2k
Yo ass can come up missin’ (that’s on my momma)
So much hunnids in the air
My young niggas pocket-watchin’
When they see you stop and stare
Servin’ niggas for the J’s
Tryna get these David Pair
When I pull up to the drop they say that they can’t shop in there
What do you prefer?
?
or a bell? (bell!)
I ain’t talkin’ ?
my niggas hit you in your pail (grrrah)
If you talkin’ ’bout some bitches I get ass like a champ
Lotta money in the air, try to rob me if you dare

Rico Nasty:
So much money in the air, in the air, air
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air
Keep the hating shit, over there, over there, there
So much money in the air, in the air, air
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air
Keep the hating shit, over there, over there, there
So much money in the air, in the air, air
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air

Album

Rico Nasty – Nasty