From now on let's just keep everything
Yup
Spitta
Welcome To The Winner's Circle n***a
Thou shall not front on real sh**
Or he'll face a thousand d**hs from this the spit vicious
I go hard like concrete floors
Make b**hes legs open like Lambo doors
Up, out
n***a rich the first season BBC, I'm Mr. Chow
My ghetto chick ordering food she can't pronounce
Uh
Eat in mama, let it stick to your ribs
But no pics, tell your friends 'bout the sh** that we did
Cause I can't have no evidence of me hanging with other chicks
Floating around, wify trying to fight me on some Springer sh**
Its Curren$y or you can call me Mr. Clean kicks
My day job consists of business first
The video games, bong hits, and pulling skirts
Vacationing, month long trips, scamper the earth
I'm trying to find what N.E.R.D. was in search of
Was it love?
Not sure
But I know that your man Hot Spitta
Ain't one of those n***as who
Don't know how to dress so they swagger jack Jigga
Wait to see him on stage with it
Then they internet shopping till they get it
Huh
I saw the same thing happen to me
n***as laughed at my steez, now they're wearing DCs
Fashion misfits, I'm fashion gifted
You n***as Boo-boo, find Yogi, crash a picnic
Spitta
Yeah