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hot one - denzel curry, tiacorine & a$ap ferg lyrics

[intro: denzel curry, hollow poynt & juicy j]
i can make money fro—
i can make money fro—
i can make money from the comfort of my sofa (yeah, ho)
so much drive (yeah), so*so much drive (yeah)
so much drive, now i gotta get a chauffeur

[verse 1: denzel curry]
i can make money from the comfort of my sofa (sofa)
so much drive, now i gotta get a chauffeur (chauffeur)
one day, i’ll be big, but i know i’m gettin’ closer (closer)
call me denzel, aka big ultra
the wo—, the world in my hands ’cause i took it off ya shoulders (shoulders)
marni on my fit, you know i got this sh*t from lower (lower)
i’m balling like mike when you see him on the poster

[chorus: denzel curry, hollow poynt & a$ap ferg]
(yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, woo)
f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
ain’t sh*t changed but the number on my front door

f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho

[verse 2: tiacorine]
ain’t no beatin’ me, i’m blessed in life
money, d*ck, and dollar signs
know you ain’t gon’ say it
blow your top, let’s see what’s on your mind
ex n*gga, let him go ’cause how you broke like every time?
fifty on my chest, i got like forty on my panty*line
if he said i did him dirty, sorry, but i needed mine
ain’t doin’ crimes, he gon’ do it for me ’cause i’m super fine
aunt jemine, cookin’ b*tches up, i’m eatin’ every time
get on your grind, you b*tches couldn’t see me if you all combined

[chorus: denzel curry, hollow poynt, a$ap ferg, & tiacorine]
(yeah*yeah, huh, yeah*yeah, woo, yeah)
f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
ain’t sh*t changed but the number on my front door

f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho

got a new chain, what you think i brought the strap for?

[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
f*ck a new chain, i got a new house
oh, that’s your boo thang? she need a new mouth (yeah)
i flex the gold fangs, that’s just my root c*n*l
every time i get dressed, i gotta move my bowels (sh*t on n*ggas, yeah*yeah)
no kizzy, ain’t feelin’ them n*ggas
my bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla
walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters
i flip a lil’ milli’, i copped me a villa
diamonds is silly, more ice than vanilla
got on ricky with bottega veneta
walk in my section, you need an umbrella
got this sh*t lit and we never gon’ let up
[chorus: denzel curry, hollow poynt & a$ap ferg]
(yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, woo)
f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho
(yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
ain’t sh*t changed but the number on my front door

f*ck around and catch a hot one to yo’ temple, ho

got a new chain, what you think i brought the strap for?

- denzel curry tiacorine aap ferg lyrics

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