Hotboi
Uh, uh
Like oh tonight, Ima get high
Bad lil bitch wanna fuck me on sight
2 or 3 blunts and a cup with ice
I'm with the gang and we don't play nice
Walk in the house, I don't take off my shoes
I'm partying through the roof
Lost my count, so many bad bitches in the room
I don't want 1 I want 2
Got it in my jacket I'm party packing
"Yeah I like his swag so I'm finna jack it"
Rock the denim jean with the denim jacket
Shorty you a fiend she loving my fashion
Yeah I'm a hot boy, like equator
She ain't want me now she begging me to save her
I'm in love with money yeah I'm really getting paper
Rest in peace to Mac, yeah I'm smiling at the haters
Keep a big smile on my face
Even though I'm sad I'm still keeping up the pace
Really in my bag run it up every day
I get money that's a fact I might bust down me a face
I get racks big check, big cake
She wanna dance with me, okay
Step by step shorty come my way, okay
I know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take little bank I'm on top
Big dog, y'all some wannabes on the block
You ain't get no real money y'all niggas out trying to rob
Killed my nigga in cold blood he will never be forgot
All this violence you need to stop it
I won't let a nigga try me, he better watch it
See him looking at my time piece, I'm really hot shit
Really came from the dice game to the moshpit
Like oh tonight, Ima get high
Bad lil bitch wanna fuck me on sight
2 or 3 blunts and a cup with ice
I'm with the gang and we don't play nice
Walk in the house, I don't take off my shoes
I'm partying through the roof
Lost my count, so many bad bitches in the room
I don't want 1 I want 2
Got it in my jacket I'm party packing
"Yeah I like his swag so I'm finna jack it"
Rock the denim jean with the denim jacket
Shorty you a fiend she loving my fashion
Yeah I'm a hot boy, like equator
She ain't want me now she begging me to save her
I'm in love with money yeah I'm really getting paper
Rest in peace to Mac, yeah I'm smiling at the haters
I can't tell you half the shit I'm going through
But ima tell you everything I'm gonna do
Ima hit a mil before I'm 22
All this fucking money that I'm running through
Don't be mad when you're not here
I'm living fast, I'm switching the gears
Chrome heart tags, along with my tears
They used to laugh now I shit on my peers
Say his pockets fat but he really make a fraction
Talking bout the cash and all the shit that never happened
Yes I really do it and I do it with no practice
You are not a shooter so don't shoot it you are catfish
Listen to this music and you really think you bad shit
This is real life, like don't get your ass whipped
Niggas don't fight, they too scared to scrap it
It's on sight I won't catch him lacking
Like oh tonight, Ima get high
Bad lil bitch wanna fuck me on sight
2 or 3 blunts and a cup with ice
I'm with the gang and we don't play nice
Walk in the house, I don't take off my shoes
I'm partying through the roof
Lost my count, so many bad bitches in the room
I don't want 1 I want 2
Got it in my jacket I'm party packing
"Yeah I like his swag so I'm finna jack it"
Rock the denim jean with the denim jacket
Shorty you a fiend she loving my fashion
Yeah I'm a hot boy, like equator
She ain't want me now she begging me to save her
I'm in love with money yeah I'm really getting paper
Rest in peace to Mac, yeah I'm smiling at the haters
Smiling at the haters, I'm in love with the paper
Uh, finna roll me up a facer
Smile at the haters, I'm in love with the paper
Uh, finna roll me up a facer
And get high, uh, oh tonight
Like oh tonight, Ima get high
Bad lil bitch wanna fuck me on sight
2 or 3 blunts and a cup with ice
I'm with the gang and we don't play nice
Walk in the house, I don't take off my shoes
I'm partying through the roof
Lost my count, so many bad bitches in the room
I don't want 1 I want 2
Got it in my jacket I'm party packing
"Yeah I like his swag so I'm finna jack it"
Rock the denim jean with the denim jacket
Shorty you a fiend she loving my fashion
Yeah I'm a hot boy, like equator
She ain't want me now she begging me to save her
I'm in love with money yeah I'm really getting paper
Rest in peace to Mac, yeah I'm smiling at the haters
Keep a big smile on my face
Even though I'm sad I'm still keeping up the pace
Really in my bag run it up every day
I get money that's a fact I might bust down me a face
I get racks big check, big cake
She wanna dance with me, okay
Step by step shorty come my way, okay
I know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take little bank I'm on top
Big dog, y'all some wannabes on the block
You ain't get no real money y'all niggas out trying to rob
Killed my nigga in cold blood he will never be forgot
All this violence you need to stop it
I won't let a nigga try me, he better watch it
See him looking at my time piece, I'm really hot shit
Really came from the dice game to the moshpit
Like oh tonight, Ima get high
Bad lil bitch wanna fuck me on sight
2 or 3 blunts and a cup with ice
I'm with the gang and we don't play nice
Walk in the house, I don't take off my shoes
I'm partying through the roof
Lost my count, so many bad bitches in the room
I don't want 1 I want 2
Got it in my jacket I'm party packing
"Yeah I like his swag so I'm finna jack it"
Rock the denim jean with the denim jacket
Shorty you a fiend she loving my fashion
Yeah I'm a hot boy, like equator
She ain't want me now she begging me to save her
I'm in love with money yeah I'm really getting paper
Rest in peace to Mac, yeah I'm smiling at the haters
I can't tell you half the shit I'm going through
But ima tell you everything I'm gonna do
Ima hit a mil before I'm 22
All this fucking money that I'm running through
Don't be mad when you're not here
I'm living fast, I'm switching the gears
Chrome heart tags, along with my tears
They used to laugh now I shit on my peers
Say his pockets fat but he really make a fraction
Talking bout the cash and all the shit that never happened
Yes I really do it and I do it with no practice
You are not a shooter so don't shoot it you are catfish
Listen to this music and you really think you bad shit
This is real life, like don't get your ass whipped
Niggas don't fight, they too scared to scrap it
It's on sight I won't catch him lacking
Like oh tonight, Ima get high
Bad lil bitch wanna fuck me on sight
2 or 3 blunts and a cup with ice
I'm with the gang and we don't play nice
Walk in the house, I don't take off my shoes
I'm partying through the roof
Lost my count, so many bad bitches in the room
I don't want 1 I want 2
Got it in my jacket I'm party packing
"Yeah I like his swag so I'm finna jack it"
Rock the denim jean with the denim jacket
Shorty you a fiend she loving my fashion
Yeah I'm a hot boy, like equator
She ain't want me now she begging me to save her
I'm in love with money yeah I'm really getting paper
Rest in peace to Mac, yeah I'm smiling at the haters
Smiling at the haters, I'm in love with the paper
Uh, finna roll me up a facer
Smile at the haters, I'm in love with the paper
Uh, finna roll me up a facer
And get high, uh, oh tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Layne Reeher
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