Hot(feat. Moneybagg Yo) - Meek Mill/Moneybagg Yo

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Demario White/Nikolas Papamitrou/Nii Tetteh

KJ what you got goin' on man

Eza on the beat he cooked that s**t

Fourth quarter

I ain't even gon' lie man I've been on some s**t lately

For real

Yo Nick Papz make it slap

I walk in the spot

Steppin'

I got what it takes to get to the top

The money I make these n***as cannot compete

They know that I'm gettin' a lot

She give me the twat

Give me that

Been countin' that p***y I'm gettin' a lot

I know she a thot still give her a shot

I f**k from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight

You know that I'm hot

Hot hot hot

Yeah this that city boy s**t

Real city

This s**t crazy we ain't even kiss I put some s**t on her wrist

Let's get it

S**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 s**t

I gotta take a flick of this s**t

Let's go

I know my haters be sick of this s**t

I put a b***h on a b***h

On a b***h

Wake in the morning I look in the mirror it's crazy I'm really this rich

S**t crazy

Feedin' my children and makin' my millions I'm really as real as it gets

For real

Poppin' them wheelies and s**t

I got a Glock with a ten on that s**t and a switch on that s**t know we been on that s**t

You know my n***as be sendin' that s**t we be goin' to war we be winnin' that s**t

We be spinnin' that s**t we be bendin' that s**t we be gettin' that money and spendin' that s**t

fives and tens and twenties we never don't count 'em we give 'em to women and s**t

I be drummin' on jet with my members and s**t everybody in my hood gon' remember this s**t

Yeah

Swear to God that my hood gon' remember this s**t

We can go back and forth like it's tennis lil' b***h I don't go back and forth with no women and s**t

Yeah if we start it you know we gon' finish it yeah

I walk in the spot

Ooh

I got what it takes to get to the top

The money I make these n***as cannot compete

They know that I'm gettin' a lot

She give me the twat

Mmm mmm

Been countin' that p***y I'm gettin' a lot

I know she a thot still give her a shot

I f**k from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight

You know that I'm hot

Hot hot hot

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 s**t on for real mixin' top dollar designer with Jordan 5s

Ghetto

Really like f**k these n***as I gave 'em a couple tries now I'm cuttin' ties

F**k

This my life your entertainment I want the money f**k bein' famous

Why is you fifty-three still bangin'

Huh

Sick of these n***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' s**t 'cause I was piss poor hotter than grandmama Crisco

Go

I taught my n***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

I walk in the spot

Steppin'

I got what it takes to get to the top

The money I make these n***as cannot compete

They know that I'm gettin' a lot

She give me the twat

Give me that

Been countin' that p***y I'm gettin' a lot

I know she a thot still give her a shot

I f**k from the back 'til it's twistin' my sight

You know that I'm hot

Hot hot hot