BlocBoy JB - In the Air lyrics

[Intro] Tay Keith, f** these n***as 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 sh** over there, over there, there So much money in the air, in the air, air [Verse 1: Rico Nasty] The sh** 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 All my n***as 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 f** 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 sh** 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 sh** 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) b**h 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, b**h this ain't 2k Yo a** can come up missin' (that's on my momma) So much hunnids in the air My young n***as pocket-watchin' When they see you stop and stare Servin' n***as for the J's, tryna get 'least every pair When they 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 n***as hit you in your pear (grrrah) If you talkin' 'bout some b**hes I get a** 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 sh** 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 sh** 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