Hot Lyrics – Meek Mill ft. Moneybagg Yo

KJ, what you got going on, man?
Eza on the beat, he cooked that Sh*t
Fourth quarter
I ain't even gone lie, man
I've been on some Sh*t, lately
For real
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap

I walk in the spot (Stepping)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these Ni*gas cannot compete
They know that I'm getting a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been counting that pu*sy, I'm getting a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fu*k from the back 'til it's twisting my sight
You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)

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
Fl!ck 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 fl!ck of this Sh*t (Let's go)
I know my haters be sick of this Sh*t
I put a bi*ch on a bi*ch (On a bi*ch)
Wake in the morning, I look in the mirror
It's crazy, I'm really this rich (Sh*t crazy)
Feeding my children and making my millions
I'm really as real as it gets (For real)
Popping 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*gas be sending that Sh*t
We be going to war, we be pulling that Sh*t
We be spinning that Sh*t, we be bending that Sh*t
We be getting that money and spending that Sh*t
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don't count 'em
We give 'em to women and Sh*t
I be drumming on jet with my members and Sh*t
Everybody in my hood gone remember this Sh*t (Yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gone remember this Sh*t
We can go back and forth like it's tennis lil' bi*ch
I don't go back and forth with no women and Sh*t
Yeah, if we start it, you know we gone finish it, yeah

I walk in the spot
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these Ni*gas cannot compete
They know that I'm getting a lot
She give me the twat
Been counting that pu*sy, I'm getting a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fu*k from the back 'til it's twisting my sight
You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)

Hmm, hotter than juvie in '99 (Bah)
Dripping 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
Mixing top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (Ghetto)
Really like fu*k these Ni*gas
I gave 'em a couple tries, now I'm cutting ties (Fu*k)
This my life, your entertainment
I want the money, fu*k being famous
Why is you fifty-three, still banging?
(Huh?) Sick of these Ni*gas, put me in containment
Umbrella in the Rolls case it rain
Going 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
Popping Sh*t 'cause I was p!ss poor
Hotter than grandmama Crisco (Go)
I taught my Ni*gas to move a lil' smooth (Why?)
You can't even tell what the feds saying (Spy)
I'm in DC with a red skin, big FN

I walk in the spot (Stepping)
I got what it takes to get to the top
The money I make, these Ni*gas cannot compete
They know that I'm getting a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been counting that pu*sy, I'm getting a lot
I know she a thot, still give her a shot
I fu*k from the back 'til it's twisting my sight
You know that I'm hot (Hot, hot, hot)