Meek Mill and MoneyBagg Yo - Hot
(KJ, what you got goin' on, man?)(Eza on the beat, he cooked that shit)
Fourth quarter
I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some shit lately
For real
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Yeah, this that city boy shit (real city)
This shit crazy, we ain't even kiss
I put some shit on her wrist (let's get it)
Shit was amazing, welcome the Lord
It's magic, flick of the wrist (brrt)
Parkin' the chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the shit
I gotta take a flick of this shit (let's go)
I know my haters be sick of this shit
I put a bitch on a bitch (on a bitch)
Wake in the mornin', I look in the mirror
It's crazy, I'm really this rich (shit crazy)
Feedin' my children and makin' my millions
I'm really as real as it gets (for real)
Poppin' them wheelies and shit
I got a Glock with a ten on that shit
And a switch on that shit, know we been on that shit
You know my niggas be sendin' that shit
We be goin' to war, we be pullin' that shit
We be spinnin' that shit, we be bendin' that shit
We be gettin' that money and spendin' that shit
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em
We give 'em to women and shit
I be jumpin' off jets with my members and shit
Everybody in my hood gon' remember this shit (yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this shit
We can go back and forth like it's tennis, lil' bitch
I don't go back and forth with no women and shit
Yeah, if you start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah
I walk in the spot (ooh)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (mmm, mmm)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Go
Hotter than Juvie in '99 (fire)
Drippin' Dior to my heel
Pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (on me)
I put this shit on, for real
Mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (ghetto)
Really like fuck these niggas
I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cuttin' ties (fuck)
This my life, your entertainment
I want the money, fuck bein' famous
Why is you fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?)
Sick of these niggas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain
Goin' wherever the money take me (skrrt)
All this forever, that'll never change
Don't think about her but I miss her brain (on God)
Hit the switch, let the stick blow
To ride this wave, you need a big boat
Poppin' shit 'cause I was piss poor
Hotter than grandmama Crisco (go)
I told my nigga to move a lil' smooth (why?)
You can't even tell what the feds seen (spy)
I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN
I walk in the spot (steppin')
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these niggas cannot compete
They know that I'm gettin' a lot
She give me the twat (give me that)
It come to that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fuck from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight
You know that I'm hot (hot, hot, hot)
Written by:
Demario Dewayne White, Nii Tetteh, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Williams
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