HOT ONE Lyrics Denzel Curry
I can make money fro-
I can make money fro-
I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (Yeah, ho)
So much drive (Yeah), so much drive (Yeah)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo’ ass)
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo’ ass)
I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (Sofa)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
One day I’ll be big, but I know I’m gettin’ closer (Closer)
Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra
The wo-, the world in my hands ’cause I took it off ya’ shoulders (Shoulders)
Marni on my fit, you know I got this *** from Lower (Lower)
I’m balling like Mike when you see him on the poster
Like Yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woo)
*** around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ain’t *** changed but the number on my front door
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
*** around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?
Ain’t no beatin’ me, I’m blessed in life
Money, ***, and dollar signs
Know you ain’t gon’ say it
Blow your top, let’s see what’s on your mind
Ex ***, let him go ’cause how you broke like every time?
Fifty on my chest, I got like forty on my panty-line
If he said I did him dirty, sorry, but I needed mine
Ain’t doin’ crimes, he gon’ do it for me ’cause I’m super fine
Aunt Jemine, cookin’ *** up, I’m eatin’ every time
Get on your grind, you *** couldn’t see me if you all combined
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, huh, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah)
*** around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ain’t *** changed but the number on my front door
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
*** around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?
*** a new chain, I got a new house
Oh, that’s your boo thang? She need a new mouth
I flash the gold fangs, that’s just my root canal
Every time I get dressed, I gotta move my bowels (*** on niggas)
No kizzy, ain’t feelin’ them niggas
My bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla
Walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters
I flip a lil’ milli’, I copped me a villa
Diamonds is silly, more ice than Vanilla
Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta
Walk in my section, you need an umbrella
Got this *** lit and we never gon’ let up
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woo)
*** around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ain’t *** changed but the number on my front door
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
*** around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(*** you, you gon’ catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?