Hot Lyrics Meek Mill
(KJ, what you got goin’ on, man?)
(Eza on the beat, he cooked that ***)
Fourth quarter
I ain’t even gon’ lie, man, I’ve been on some ***, 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 niggas cannot compete
They know that I’m gettin’ a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been countin’ that ***, I’m gettin’ a lot
I know she a ***, still give her a shot
I *** from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
You know that I’m hot (Hot, hot, hot)
Yeah, this that city boy *** (Real city)
This *** crazy, we ain’t even kiss, I put some *** on her wrist (Let’s get it)
*** 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 ***
I gotta take a flick of this *** (Let’s go)
I know my haters be sick of this ***
I put a *** on a *** (On a ***)
Wake in the morning, I look in the mirror, it’s crazy, I’m really this rich (*** crazy)
Feedin’ my children and makin’ my millions, I’m really as real as it gets (For real)
Poppin’ them wheelies and ***
I got a Glock with a ten on that *** and a switch on that ***, know we been on that ***
You know my niggas be sendin’ that ***, we be goin’ to war, we be pullin’ that ***
We be spinnin’ that ***, we be bendin’ that ***, we be gettin’ that money and spendin’ that ***
Fives and tens and twenties, we never don’t count ’em, we give ’em to women and ***
I be drummin’ on jet with my members and ***, everybody in my hood gon’ remember this *** (Yeah)
Swear to God that my hood gon’ remember this ***
We can go back and forth like it’s tennis lil’ ***, I don’t go back and forth with no women and ***
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 niggas cannot compete
They know that I’m gettin’ a lot
She give me the twat (Mmm, mmm)
Been countin’ that ***, I’m gettin’ a lot
I know she a ***, still give her a shot
I *** 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 *** on, for real, mixin’ top dollar designer with Jordan 5s (Ghetto)
Really like *** these niggas, I gave ’em a couple tries, now I’m cuttin’ ties (***)
This my life, your entertainment, I want the money, *** bein’ famous
Why is you fifty-three, still bangin’? (Huh?) Sick of these niggas, 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’ *** ’cause I was *** poor, hotter than grandmama Crisco (Go)
I taught my niggas 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 niggas cannot compete
They know that I’m gettin’ a lot
She give me the twat (Give me that)
Been countin’ that ***, I’m gettin’ a lot
I know she a ***, still give her a shot
I *** from the back ’til it’s twistin’ my sight
You know that I’m hot (Hot, hot, hot)