Meek Mill - Hot lyrics

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Meek Mill - Hot lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] (KJ, what you got goin' on, man?) (Eza on the beat, he cooked that sh*t) Fourth quarter I ain't even gon' lie, man, I've been on some sh*t, lately For real (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) [Chorus: Meek Mill] I walk in the spot (Steppin') I got what it takes to get to the top The money I make, these ni**as cannot compete They know that I'm gettin' a lot She give me the twat (Give me that) Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot I know she a thot, still give her a shot I fu*k from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yeah, this that city boy sh*t (Real city) This sh*t crazy, we ain't evеn kiss, I put some sh*t on her wrist (Let's gеt it) sh*t was amazing, welcome the Lord's magic, flick of the wrist (Brr) Pocket a chop' right next to the drop, you can't even pick up the sh*t I gotta take a flick of this sh*t (Let's go) I know my haters be sick of this sh*t I put a b*tch on a b*tch (On a b*tch) Wake in the morning, I look in the mirror, it's crazy, I'm really this rich (sh*t crazy) Feedin' my children and makin' my millions, I'm really as real as it gets (For real) Poppin' them wheelies and sh*t I got a Glock with a ten on that sh*t and a switch on that sh*t, know we been on that sh*t You know my ni**as be sendin' that sh*t, we be goin' to war, we be winnin' that sh*t We be spinnin' that sh*t, we be bendin' that sh*t, we be gettin' that money and spendin' that sh*t Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em, we give 'em to women and sh*t I be drummin' on jet with my members and sh*t, everybody in my hood gon' remember this sh*t (Yeah) Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this sh*t We can go back and forth like it's tennis lil' b*tch, I don't go back and forth with no women and sh*t Yeah, if we start it, you know we gon' finish it, yeah [Chorus: Meek Mill] I walk in the spot (Ooh) I got what it takes to get to the top The money I make, these ni**as cannot compete They know that I'm gettin' a lot She give me the twat (Mmm, mmm) Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot I know she a thot, still give her a shot I fu*k from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot) [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] Hmm, hotter than juvie in '99 (Bah) Drippin' Dior to my heel, pull up and hop out the whip to a lot of eyes (On me) I put this sh*t on, for real, mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (Ghetto) Really like fu*k these ni**as, I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cuttin' ties (fu*k) This my life, your entertainment, I want the money, fu*k bein' famous Why is you fifty-three, still bangin'? (Huh?) Sick of these ni**as, put me in containment Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain, goin' wherever the money take me (Grr) All this forever, don't it never change, don't think about it but I miss her brain (On God) Hit the switch, let the stick blow, to ride this wave, you need a big boat Poppin' sh*t 'cause I was piss poor, hotter than grandmama Crisco (Go) I taught my ni**as to move a lil' smooth (Why?), you can't even tell what the feds sayin' (Spy) I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN [Chorus: Meek Mill] I walk in the spot (Steppin') I got what it takes to get to the top The money I make, these ni**as cannot compete They know that I'm gettin' a lot She give me the twat (Give me that) Been countin' that pussy, I'm gettin' a lot I know she a thot, still give her a shot I fu*k from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)