Hot Dollar - Sidekick lyrics

Chorus: Hot Dollar You can be my sidekick The only one that I ride with Smoke a blunt and get high with Jump inside the ride with You can be my sidekick Text me when you get excited Girl, you know I like it You can be my You can be my, you can be my Sidekick [Hot Dollar] (Verse 1) You say, you want a good guy, go-by-the-book guy But ain't scared to compliment me when I look fly (Ah!) Treat by the swag Telling ya girls, "I got cash" Look, look He got past The pants off the Dodge, the shoes is Gucci (Ha ha ha...) Smoke kush blunts like my name Big Snoopy (What) I used to push rocks out of Eight Deuce Hoopty (What) Now I get grand off the stage by groupies (What) L.A. to Mississippi The streets is with me Half of the rap industry resent me (Ah!) I'm a sidekick, leanin' on the grill in my Bentley (Whoo!) Reading this freaky text, that this chick just hit me Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) What is it? You don't remember (Whoo!) I keep it hot, in the hard December Maybe is it That I'm different Than all the dudes that you even been with I Bet you go And test the water Didn't hold you back, why would I bother (Yeah) I'm a Leo, sometimes, I'm stubborn Didn't mean to flirt with ya s**y cousin (What) When we was buzzin', then we was clubbin' (What, what) She kiss me on my neck Said I make a good husband (Ah!) She just want What she can't have Maybe that's what make her want me so bad (Whoo!) Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) Run through Chicks that's conceited We both skeeted You so mad, ya number's been deleted (Ha ha ha!) They all, stop and stare when they pa** the car Mall shoppin' with Visa and Mastercard You dudes cool But He ain't like Dollar Is he fly like him, the answer Is nada (Ah!) Take ya to (???), then stock, that Prada Get, ya somethin' off, 'fore I smoke you 'guanas (Yeah!) Keep, ya in Gucci, juicy Gator Dolce Gabbana, Christian Dior (What) Trips to Cabos Jet skis and sail boats (Whoo!) Reminiscin' on the days I used to sell coke Repeat Chorus