Rico Nasty – In The Air lyrics

(feat. BlocBoy JB)

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 1: Rico Nasty]
The 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 to believe it, 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
Smokin' on some very loud pack, like the speakers blown
Niggas tryna get a sack, 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

[Chorus: 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)

[Verse 2: 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 'least every pair
When I pull up to the trap
They-they say that they can't shop in there
What-what do you prefer? Grizzly or a bear? (bear!)
I ain't talkin' fruit, my niggas hit you in your pear (grrrah)
If you talkin' 'bout some bitches I get ass like a champ
Lotta money in the air, try-try to rob me if you dare

[Chorus: 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