Hot (The W)

[Intro] Zaytoven! Let's get it [Chorus] The block (hot), my kicks (hot) This whip (hot), my bitch (hot) The trap (hot), the pot (hot) I hit the jack (pot), had to pull a cash out [Verse 1] I'm smoking cheese, I'm rocking bling There ain't shit, that what it be LV on my feet, and on my teeth Open up the pack, and let it reek This is checkered field T, it's not Burberry We ain't scared of po-po, word to Tyler Perry We in dem foreigns back to back, now we on a journey After my Miranda rights, I need my attorney Wifebeater like it's hot, but it's really really not All this well earned ice, that I really really rock All these damn designer clothes that I really really cop Niggas pray really really that I really really flop Gas in the car, I don't ever let it up Got a foreign out the cut, it was time to rev it up All green Valentino looking like some 7-Up I wipe my ass with a hundred, fuck around and tear it up (catch up) Get that backwards redrum You wanna smoke, here we come Loaded with them drums They go brr-rum-dum-bum-bum Got the big rubber bands Feeling like the man Your bitch can get ran In the club with some bands I do what I gotta do, move what I gotta move Just to get the fucking loot, bitch ain't in my room All this water, I need a swimming suit, counting up revenue I just met this bitch but I put fuck her in my schedule Bitches on my testicles, cruisin down Melrose Fly by and choo-choo like I'm on a railroad Baby got an ass on her, damn she shaped like J-Lo And she got that good grizzle, you a lucky fellow Yeah, I had to pipe her, cash excite her Cash get a bitch wet, put her in a dryer I don't even want her, put her in a fire She said she dig my jeans, she say she dig my fibre Run 'em niggas over, put 'em in a tire Dope got my stove stuffed you can call me Skylar I just make deposits, you can call me Swiper I'm in the trackhoe, you're in a viper (smoking satellites) Amen (and we wilin) saying (niggas out here) playing (we got a strip club) raining