Hot & Ready
They know I mix cocky with confidence
But don't take my weakness for kindness
The cause and effect got a consequence
Giving me brain and I'm leaving you mindless
Kick her out the door (That bad lil hoe)
Yeah I don't need her, no
I gotta flex on a hoe every time she calls me a cheater, oh
Like pie a la mode
Yeah I'm finna eat her, woah
You know Milly always hot and ready like he Little Caesars, woah
You think you the shit cause you up on her list
But I'm the reason why she hates zodiac signs
They know I'm a lion, yeah bitch I'm a Leo
I'm born in August but my moon in July
She like that
Putting the green and red stripes on a white bag
Your mans a plumber but I'm finna pipe that
Oh he's your husband I'm still finna wife that
I'm finna bite that
Ain't even fight back bitch
I'm stepping around in my Louis V kicks
I wear them to match all my luxury fits
I can't buy a knock off, it is what it is
I'll handle my business
Bitch I'm blowing up, you should really buy stock on me
I won't go down so I keep the G shock on me
223, F&N, got a lot on me
Try to run me down put your life in the lottery
Back in the day she ain't notice me
Pussy so good won't go to sleep
Gold on her body like Wonder Woman
Now she in the living room folding my tee
Kick her out the door (That bad lil hoe)
Yeah I don't need her, no
I gotta flex on a hoe every time she calls me a cheater, oh
Like pie a la mode
Yeah I'm finna eat her, woah
You know Milly always hot and ready like he Little Caesars, woah
Fake ass bitch like a taxi, seats go down in the back seat
Pull up with the yoppa make you run like a track meet
Running like a athlete
Coming out the hills so you know they call me classy
Aye I'm a classic man, like Jurassic man
Grab your friends clear the spot when I blast it man
Got a 2 23 and you know it's gonna eat
With my finger on the trigger when I'm spazzing man
I feel like Mr. Fantastic man
Cause the money stretch long like elastic man
Post a pic on the gram with it all in my hands
Then I'll use this bar as the caption man
Yeah that's a fact
Run up the numbers like hills and I'm jack
UFO Uber to stars and I'm back
Stay at resorts but I never relax
I got too much weight on my back
The roof disappeared like it's magic
She want the truth she can have it
When I tell her it's gonna be tragic
Imma pass her to the team like a Maverick
Kick her out the door (That bad lil hoe)
Yeah I don't need her, no
I gotta flex on a hoe every time she calls me a cheater, oh
Like pie a la mode
Yeah I'm finna eat her, woah
You know Milly always hot and ready like he Little Caesars, woah
But don't take my weakness for kindness
The cause and effect got a consequence
Giving me brain and I'm leaving you mindless
Kick her out the door (That bad lil hoe)
Yeah I don't need her, no
I gotta flex on a hoe every time she calls me a cheater, oh
Like pie a la mode
Yeah I'm finna eat her, woah
You know Milly always hot and ready like he Little Caesars, woah
You think you the shit cause you up on her list
But I'm the reason why she hates zodiac signs
They know I'm a lion, yeah bitch I'm a Leo
I'm born in August but my moon in July
She like that
Putting the green and red stripes on a white bag
Your mans a plumber but I'm finna pipe that
Oh he's your husband I'm still finna wife that
I'm finna bite that
Ain't even fight back bitch
I'm stepping around in my Louis V kicks
I wear them to match all my luxury fits
I can't buy a knock off, it is what it is
I'll handle my business
Bitch I'm blowing up, you should really buy stock on me
I won't go down so I keep the G shock on me
223, F&N, got a lot on me
Try to run me down put your life in the lottery
Back in the day she ain't notice me
Pussy so good won't go to sleep
Gold on her body like Wonder Woman
Now she in the living room folding my tee
Kick her out the door (That bad lil hoe)
Yeah I don't need her, no
I gotta flex on a hoe every time she calls me a cheater, oh
Like pie a la mode
Yeah I'm finna eat her, woah
You know Milly always hot and ready like he Little Caesars, woah
Fake ass bitch like a taxi, seats go down in the back seat
Pull up with the yoppa make you run like a track meet
Running like a athlete
Coming out the hills so you know they call me classy
Aye I'm a classic man, like Jurassic man
Grab your friends clear the spot when I blast it man
Got a 2 23 and you know it's gonna eat
With my finger on the trigger when I'm spazzing man
I feel like Mr. Fantastic man
Cause the money stretch long like elastic man
Post a pic on the gram with it all in my hands
Then I'll use this bar as the caption man
Yeah that's a fact
Run up the numbers like hills and I'm jack
UFO Uber to stars and I'm back
Stay at resorts but I never relax
I got too much weight on my back
The roof disappeared like it's magic
She want the truth she can have it
When I tell her it's gonna be tragic
Imma pass her to the team like a Maverick
Kick her out the door (That bad lil hoe)
Yeah I don't need her, no
I gotta flex on a hoe every time she calls me a cheater, oh
Like pie a la mode
Yeah I'm finna eat her, woah
You know Milly always hot and ready like he Little Caesars, woah
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Writer(s): Revson Mills
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