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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rico Nasty
Rico Nasty
Vocals
BlocBoy JB
BlocBoy JB
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Baker
James Baker
Songwriter
Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly
Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So much money in the air, in the air, air
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air
Keep that hatin' shit over there, over there, there
So much money in the air, in the air, air
[Verse 2]
The shit I think about you should put me in a crazy house
I hope that you don't wait till 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 'em some they ask for more
Jumpin' out the window thought I heard them at my door
Smokin' on some very loud
Pack like the speakers blown
All my **** tryna get a set playin' money ball
They ain't know what we be on
Everyday I see a clone
I'm the hottest out
You think I left the oven on
Smokin' strong, money long
Talk is stupid, switch your tone
Cashin' out like fuck alone
[Verse 3]
So much money in the air, in the air, air
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air
Keep that hatin' 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 that hatin' 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
[Verse 4]
I got them bands in my pocket
Stack it so fat, it can't fit in a wallet
Bitch, I'ma shoot like I play for the Rockets
You just a block, he might be on the Molly
B-boy you trippin', you gon' come up missin'
Handguns got extensions
We don't play
Bitch design two K
Your act could come up missin'
So much hunnids in the air
My a ****'s pocket watch and when they see us stop and stare
Servin' **** for the J's
Tryna get at least every pair
When they pull up to the trap
They say they, they can't shop in there, shop in there
What do you prefer?
Grizzly or a bear?
I ain't talkin' fruit, my **** hit you in your pair
If you talkin' 'bout some bitches I get ass like a chair
Lotta money in the air, try to rob me if you dare
[Verse 5]
So much money in the air, in the air, air
Roll it up, put one in the air, in the air, air
Keep that hatin' 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 that hatin' 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, yeah
Written by: James Baker, Lakeith Chambers, Lexus Lewis, Maria-Cecilia Simone Kelly
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