Jim Jones - Hot (In This b**h) (Remix) lyrics

We ownin', muthaf**in' rollin', ain't nobody f**in' with my-- [Hook: Gilbere Forte] It's hot in this b**h, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn Said it's hot in this b**h, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like Fli Ci in this b**h, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn Said it's hot in this b**h, you could be the fan Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Harlem, big trucks like ? I rock the big watch with the flooded band I got n***as from the motherland In the winter you could catch him with a summer tan I whip the ghost like a go-kart So then it's tell me when the show starts I'm coming out flooded like Noah's ark And f** the light cause you know my wrist glow in the dark You n***as stylin' but you fake wildin' We four warriors deep when we on ? They tryna cool me off like antifreeze But I'm hot like the shots when the hammer squeeze [Hook B] [Verse 2: Gilbere Forte] Hold up, it's a new kid on the block Waited 87 dreams for me to get my shot With a mean grill you could picture my drop When I ride through everything just stop Back on the gas, way ahead of my cla** See the pipes burning from the bikes on the Ave So ahead of my life I let my grandson have The whole f**ing world, I just throw it in the bag Midwest kid with flows for all ages Barbershop clean, nutcracker type flavors Big ? Versace's, Coogi's, linens I'll wear Versace's, no socks in my Timberlands I'm hot like the chicken off the Halal trucks You a latte n***a cause I'm getting star bucks I'm live on the set, the ba** brought the streets out It's hot in this b**h, y'all n***as send a tweet out [Hook B] [Verse 3: Pusha T] It's hot in this b**h, the Gullwing's a sauna The leather just stick to my skin like Under Armour Ride with a material girl, the black Madonna Face like a virgin, she wants me to Lucky Star her I'm lovin' her aura, shearling by Zara She take me as I am, tossing weight like Toccara Decapitated SL's and Audi SLR-a The last samurai to your roof, sayonara Eghck! Blood sweat and tears Through the years, now the new found fame, I call it karma These n***as bipolar, I'm who they love to hate Praying for my downfall, now they chalk it up to fate I chalk it up to chalking up the plate that I scrape Peyton Manning Arm & Hammer with the plays that I make NFL, that's No f**ing Losses A great defense makes an even better offense We ownin', muthaf**in' rollin', ain't nobody f**in' with my--