hot bitch (remix) - max margiela, rositacashlinda lyrics
hot b*tch (remix) lyrics
verse:
all my b*tches stepping out tonight, keep your man away
imma show y’all how to get it the max margiela way
when i walk down the strip all this ass’ll real ’em in
i’m a real hot b*tch, i need all my dividends
pick it up and drop it low, raining money on the floor
got your n*gga on me, he spending
when i drop this freestyle, wack b*tches run a mile
check your twitter, imma always be trending
chorus:
i’m a hot b*tch (it’s hot, it’s hot)
clear the air and shake the room, we throwing ass in the lot
where my money getting b*tches? charge that broke n*gga a fee
and if he ain’t got the money, social distance, six feet
i’m a hot b*tch (it’s hot, it’s hot)
clear the air and shake the room, we throwing ass in the lot
he ain’t f*cking over here if he not a millionaire
fall back, tell that n*gga keep the pressure over there
verse:
man, i know you want a piece of me
but where the money at? can’t let you f*ck for free
i got the realest b*tch on my team and she’ll never leave
i got the richest b*tch on my team and she keep some dior
throw your hands up, drop that ass to the floor
if you got it, make it rain, cool me down, i’m a hot b*tch
everything i’m on sell big, make some profit
rosita on the beat and you know it’s some hot sh*t
my body come with a caution sign
it’s so hot it burn your tongue when you inside
on a yacht in dubai shaking my backside
where we at? let ’em know that we outside
never be afraid to be that girl
put your hands on my waist while i swirl
b*tches call me c*cky and i understand
i’m the bomb, nagasaki, knock you up like j*pan
raise your hands if you a pretty b*tch
(pretty b*tches only)
you can’t pray on my downfall if my p*ssy holy
b*tch, you walking ’round with this wig looking like a pony while i’m walking by turning heads looking like naomi
i’m a hot b*tch
chorus:
(it’s hot, it’s hot)
clear the air and shake the room, we throwing ass in the lot
where my money getting b*tches? charge that broke n*gga a fee
and if he ain’t got the money, social distance, six feet
i’m a hot b*tch (it’s hot, it’s hot)
clear the air and shake the room, we throwing ass in the lot
he ain’t f*cking over here if he not a millionaire
fall back, tell that n*gga keep the pressure over there
verse:
high class hoe, manicure on the nails
outfit on fleek b*tch, check the details
tell a n*gga, “cash out,” boy, hand it here
i’m a real ass b*tch and all my b*tches top tier
these bars from me, push my pen on the skit
these hoes swallow but in the booth i spit
got your n*gga doing one hundred and he’s dashing
like rosita said, “coins in the fountain got ’em splashing”
pull up to the bank and we making deposits
flossy b*tch vibes ’round here we the hottest
talking about me with no cash in the wallet
these straight n*ggas wilding and they still in the closet
independent boss, i am not a wannabe
hot b*tch burning b*tches to the third degree
every time i turn around it’s a brand new rumor
selling fruit fantasy, n*ggas the consumer
bridge:
i’m a hot b*tch (it’s hot, it’s hot)
clear the air and shake the room, we throwing ass in the lot (oh?)
i’m a hot b*tch (it’s hot, it’s hot)
keep your bm out my face ‘fore that hoe get knocked
he ain’t f*cking over here if he not a millionaire
fall back, tell that n*gga keep the pressure over there (period)
outro:
‘fore that, ‘fore that, ‘fore that, ‘fore that, ‘fore that
‘fore that hoe get knocked, i’ll knock her out her socks
imma beat that hoe ass
and imma stomp on that ass and imma kick that hoe ass
we both step outside heat is on the forecast
fly hoes at the airport go straight to first*class, uh (muah)
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