Hottie (feat. Babyface Ray)

Ayy
Cannot be your fantasy girl
No, I can't be your fantasy girl
Yeah, yeah

I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (oh)

I took him on an odyssey (oh)
You was sleep on a bitch, you owe me an apology (oh)
And ain't nobody stoppin' me (huh)
Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin' you proud of me
Lies, I know you feel it inside
He said he hate when I play wit' his mind (haha)
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Just wait 'til I'm actually into the guy

Take a pic' when I step off a jet (ooh)
Thought it was love, it ain't nothin' but sex (hah)
He fumble me, now that's somethin' to regret
I ain't tryna leave 'til he cuttin' the check (where the money at?)
Doin' my thing, I'm in the jungle
Stay in your lane (your lane, ho), bitch, be humble
Ain't with the gang, smoke it like fronto
Ah, pimpin' these niggas, like, "Oh, my God"

21, thick thighs, I'm a hottie (yeah)
Everything I do, these bitches copy (they do)
If he packin', I might call him papi (ooh)
I be shittin' on hoes, it's a hobby
And he doin' the most, tryna clock me
Watch how I move, but he know he can't stop me (uh, uh, what?)
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (money)
Nigga ain't shit like he live in the potty

I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (oh)

Curve me at first, but you feelin' me now
Poppin' her shit, sexy lil' chocolate lil' bitch
Hope it's cream fillin' inside (yeah)
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Broke niggas killin' the vibe
We on a cloud, say, "It feel like a dream"
Well, baby, we livin' it now

22, new Benz, big body (22, new Benz)
Get you a bag 'cause you nice and you naughty (you bad)
Got her ass fuckin', made her cum, feelin' godly (go)
Do it for the culture like '07 Carti
Don't leave me, I'm the life of the party
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Carti's
Leave that nigga, that's right where we started (yeah)
Heavyweight nigga get light in the 'Rari (for real)

I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (oh)

Get rid of your ass, get gone
Film videos off my phone
Lil' stupid-ass nigga, I'm grown
Got a new man, I think he catchin' on
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Theodore Riley, Keith D. Sweat, Maurice Williams, Carlton Jr. Mahone, Andre Carnell Robertson, Derelle De Sean Rideout, Tamia Monique Carter, Marcellus Rayvon Register
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