Lil' Wayne - Hot Shit lyrics

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Money Over Bitches Thats The matto I Follow

Take That To The Grave I'l Swollow 9 Hollows

For The Day I Letta Bitch Stop Me From Gettin Paid

No Way I Get Head Get Laid & Get Gone On Em

Dont Be Mad I Left a *hundred* At The Door For You

Baby Dont Spend It All At Once Its Just A Thought For You

Aint That A Dog For Ya, Sum Chicks Like Flees, You Gotta Use Ya Paws To Get Em Off Of Ya

And In Da Streets You Cant Get Caught Trippin, Caught Slippin, Gotta Hustle, Gotta Get In Were You Fit In

Hope You Know How To Make A Dollar Quicker Then You Spend It

Cuz Its Bills Comin In Every Second, Every Minute

And Its Coke On The Dishes Is You Flippin Or You Sniffin

Put The Coke In The Water Shit Its Kinda Like Fishin

No Rod Just A Spoon I Throw It And Start Mixing

Like That And Like This And Like That (Anha Anha)

Like This And Like That You Got Crack (Walla Walla)

And Since The Towers Fell Niggaz Been Mad As Hell

Its Been A Drought Out Aint Enough Crack To Sell

But The World Keep Spinnin Like Ah Caracel

Gotta Get Da Cash, Get Da Cream And Da Caramel

On Top Gotta Be On Top Strawberries Whipcream On Top

Get Popped Fuckin Wit My M.O.N.E.Y (My Money)

Guys Pop Thats Why I Got Da Nina

Chop Chop Man That Choppa Lean Ya (Watch)

Da Blocks Hot Like Its Got A Feva

Cops Cops Nuthin But Cops I See Ya Peekaboo

They Every Where Im Neva Scared I Hustle Anyway

Everyday Customers, Send Em Here

And You Know I Give Em That Shit Thats Gon Get Em Back Coke Crack Sugar Snaps,

Or Should I Say Sugar Snacks

Coke In Da Sugar Jar, Cookie Jar Crib, Car, And Sugar Shack

And Da Bitches Sleep Naked In Da Sugar Shack

Mind On My Money No Lookin Back

(Pop Up)

I Pop Up In Da Middle Of The Hot Block

Make Da Drop Top Play Hop Scotch On Hoes

Lil Wayne, Right From Kims Corner Store

Choppa Wake A Niggaz Azz Up Like Tha Mornin Show

Put Me In Da Game And I See Em Callin Audibles

Hearts Beatin Fast Betta Work On Ya Cardeo

How You Want Video, Audio, Part Of Yo Body Get Mailed To Ya Gal, Ill

Pussy Azz Nigga Die Slow Dont Yell

I Put It On Tha Streets An I Bet Its Gon Sell

Whats Under That Floor Well It Sure Isnt Nails

Just How I Make Money Cracker Ima Make Bail

Im A Lebra And My Sign Is A Scale

An If It Dont Measure Up Then A Nigga Gettin Killed

The Smaller The Car The Bigger Them Wheels

An A Nigga So Hot That I Give A Bitch Chills

An If She Like Coke Then I Give The Bitch Hills

No Stilettos Or Pumps 21 Bumps

21 Jump Street If Anyone Jumps An Once You Hit The Ground Thats When Everyone Stomps

Perry A Juah Everyones Drunk So Its 21 Jump Street If Anyone Jumps

Tha Milli Goes Pow And Tha Simmi Goes Pap

A Itty Bitty Bullet Make A Skinney Nigga Fat

Hard Body Baby Knockin Any Nigga Back

An Its Money Ova Bitches Not A Penny Hoe Scat

An It Il Be Like That Till That Line Go Flat

But In Da Mean Time Im In That Bent No Hat, Thats No Top If You Didnt Know That

On Them Chrome Sean Johns With Them Guts So Black

Infact Ya'll Can leave That That Be=, Bitch Im Ballin Like I Got Scouts Checkin For Me, Yeah

Im On Third Base Comin Home With Da Paper

I Got a hundred Pounds Comin Home From Jamaica

I Cant Think And My Sprite So Pink

And I Might Be Floatin But I Will Not Sink Weezy

Thanks to Lil' Wayne Fo' Real for these lyrics

Thanks to That Nigga for these lyrics