Rufus Blaq - Make It Hot lyrics

[Intro] Put your love signs in the air Spread love A to the M-B-U-S-H What we do? Feed on platinum plates Feed on platinum plates [Verse 1: Rufus Blaq] Yo, a-yo, yo, yo When you're hot you're hot, when you're warm you flop I'm the cat that's impossible to drop And I rock parties on a global scale Ghetto to ghetto, everybody know me well So I roll with a clique that's thick like Big Lez And my sh** hits you hard like Chavez I stay laced, no matter the damn weather Jewels to match my baby lamb's leather Keep mademoiselle in cla**ic Chanel Gator napsack, cuz I trick well Work the dick well Hustle the quick mail Sitting back smiling as the hits sell Cats useless like a key of flour Playa-hatin' on mine when they feel the power C'est la vie, everyday is still payday You a slab of pork, I'm a swordfish filet [Hook] We just want to make it hot Getting cream and win Steady rising to the top We just want to make it hot, my crew baby We ain't never gonna stop [Verse 2: Big Chad] I'm Big Chad jiggy I got the finest on my dime list And I keep a Breitling on my wrist Try this it will get you more And it's sick how the tune kicks shore to shore Now my crib got jacuz and marble floors With the gold faucet and the royal doors Get yours, it's all about the game and I got that I can lace any artist with a hot track And it's not Bad Boy, ya got that Ambush, we got what you like Me and Blaq, nonstop on the rise When the plan was devised Split the pies [Hook] [Verse 3: Rufus Blaq] When it comes to flow, I'm a sick cat And the platinum plaque, I'ma get that And the chick from the Spice Girls, I'ma hit that Stay on top, fall off, forget that I walk the streets everyday like a runway Trying to get paid, I ain't with the gunplay I'm about cutting the pie Get the money yall, it ain't nothing to try I was getting mine before I let the world know me Chicks cry on me that look like Naiomi B to the L ah, A to the Q ah And these Ambush cats will run right through ya [Hook]