| Wheezy outta here |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot |
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| Everything litty, I love when it's hot |
| Turned up the city, I broke off the notch |
| Got some more millis, I keep me a knot |
| I created history and made me a lot |
| He tried to diss me and ended on Fox |
| We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop |
| Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop |
| I run it like Nike, we got it on lock |
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| Cartier eye |
| I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie |
| I can't be sober, I gotta stay high |
| Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry |
| Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde |
| Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire |
| Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide |
| The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise |
| Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize |
| Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides |
| Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size |
| We really fly, we like pelican glide |
| Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise |
| Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky |
| She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life |
| I told her to gargle and work on her highs |
| [Chorus: Gunna] |
| Everything litty, I love when it's hot |
| Turned up the city, I broke off the notch |
| Got some more millis, I keep me a knot |
| I created history and made me a lot |
| He tried to diss me and ended on Fox |
| We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop |
| Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop |
| I run it like Nike, we got it on lock |
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| Cash, money, checks, cash |
| Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos |
| I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself |
| I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite |
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| I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt) |
| I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt) |
| Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) |
| I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) |
| I'm in the coupe by myself |
| I had to kick a door when I was 5 |
| Keep the awards on the shelf |
| Whole sixteen round in the fire |
| I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies |
| Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys |
| Yeah, Cartier eyes |
| Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch |
| Cartier love, Cartier the thot |
| Cartier specs, buffalo on the side |
| Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah |
| Cartier bag for the Cartier thot |
| Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash |
| Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag |
| Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad |
| I can't go out, no way I'ma go out |
| I just grip on her ass and I show out |
| I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out |
| I just whip up a new Chanel Patek |
| I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out |
| Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse |
| Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out |
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| Hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn |
| Hot, hot, hot |
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