Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana - Hot Shit lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana - Hot Shit lyrics]
Money over bitches thats the motto I follow
Take that to the grave I'll swallow 8 hollows
For the day I letta bitch
Stop me from gettin paid
No way I get head get laid get gone on em
Don't be mad I left 100 at the door for you
Baby don't spend it all at once
It's just a thought for you
Ain't that a dog for ya
Some chicks like flees
You gotta use ya paws to get em off of ya
And in the streets you can't
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 there's bills comin in every second
Every minute and it's coke on the dishes is
You flippin or you sniffin
Put the coke in the water
Shit it's kinda like fishin
No rod just a spoon I
Throw it and start mixing
Like that and like this and like that and a
Like this and like that you got crack voila
And since the towers fell niggas
Been mad as hell
Its been a drought out ain't
Enough crack to sell
But the world keep spinnin like a carousel
Gotta get the cash
Get the cream and the caramel
On top gotta be on top
Strawberries whip cream on top
Get popped fuckin wit my money
Guys plot thats why I got the nina
Chop chop man that choppa lean ya
The blocks hot like it's got a fever
Cops cops nuthin but cops I see ya peekaboo
They every where im never
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
A sugar shack and the bitches sleep naked
In the sugar shack
Mind on my money no lookin back
I pop up in the middle of the hot block
Make the drop top play hopscotch on them hoes
Lil wayne, right from Kims corner store
Choppa wake a niggas ass up
Like tha mornin show put me in the game and
I see em callin audibles
Hearts beatin fast betta work on ya cardio
How you want video, audio, part of yo
Body get mailed to ya gal, eww
Pussy ass nigga die slow don't yell
I put it on the streets and
I bet it's gone sell
Whats under that floor well
It sure isnt nails
Just how I make money cracker I'mma make bail
Im a Libra and my sign is a scale
If it don't measure up then
A nigga gettin killed
The smaller the car the bigger them wheels
And a nigga so hot that I give a bitch chills
And if she like coke then
I give the bitch hills
No stilettos or pumps 21 bumps
21 Jump street if anyone jumps and once you
Hit the ground thats when everyone stomps
Perrier Jouet everyones drunk so it's 21
Jump Street if anyone jumps
The milli goes pow and the semi goes pap
A itty bitty bullet make a skinny nigga fat
Hard body baby knockin any nigga back
And it's money ova bitches not
A penny ho scat
An it'll be like that 'til that line go flat
But in da mean time I'm in that bent no hat
Thats no top if you didn't know that
On them chrome Sean Johns with
Them guts so black
In fact yall can leave that
Be bitch im ballin
Like I got scouts checkin for me yeah
Im on third base comin' home with the paper
I got 100 pounds comin' home from Jamaica
I can't think and my sprite so pink
And I might be floatin but
I will not sink Weezy
Take that to the grave I'll swallow 8 hollows
For the day I letta bitch
Stop me from gettin paid
No way I get head get laid get gone on em
Don't be mad I left 100 at the door for you
Baby don't spend it all at once
It's just a thought for you
Ain't that a dog for ya
Some chicks like flees
You gotta use ya paws to get em off of ya
And in the streets you can't
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 there's bills comin in every second
Every minute and it's coke on the dishes is
You flippin or you sniffin
Put the coke in the water
Shit it's kinda like fishin
No rod just a spoon I
Throw it and start mixing
Like that and like this and like that and a
Like this and like that you got crack voila
And since the towers fell niggas
Been mad as hell
Its been a drought out ain't
Enough crack to sell
But the world keep spinnin like a carousel
Gotta get the cash
Get the cream and the caramel
On top gotta be on top
Strawberries whip cream on top
Get popped fuckin wit my money
Guys plot thats why I got the nina
Chop chop man that choppa lean ya
The blocks hot like it's got a fever
Cops cops nuthin but cops I see ya peekaboo
They every where im never
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
A sugar shack and the bitches sleep naked
In the sugar shack
Mind on my money no lookin back
I pop up in the middle of the hot block
Make the drop top play hopscotch on them hoes
Lil wayne, right from Kims corner store
Choppa wake a niggas ass up
Like tha mornin show put me in the game and
I see em callin audibles
Hearts beatin fast betta work on ya cardio
How you want video, audio, part of yo
Body get mailed to ya gal, eww
Pussy ass nigga die slow don't yell
I put it on the streets and
I bet it's gone sell
Whats under that floor well
It sure isnt nails
Just how I make money cracker I'mma make bail
Im a Libra and my sign is a scale
If it don't measure up then
A nigga gettin killed
The smaller the car the bigger them wheels
And a nigga so hot that I give a bitch chills
And if she like coke then
I give the bitch hills
No stilettos or pumps 21 bumps
21 Jump street if anyone jumps and once you
Hit the ground thats when everyone stomps
Perrier Jouet everyones drunk so it's 21
Jump Street if anyone jumps
The milli goes pow and the semi goes pap
A itty bitty bullet make a skinny nigga fat
Hard body baby knockin any nigga back
And it's money ova bitches not
A penny ho scat
An it'll be like that 'til that line go flat
But in da mean time I'm in that bent no hat
Thats no top if you didn't know that
On them chrome Sean Johns with
Them guts so black
In fact yall can leave that
Be bitch im ballin
Like I got scouts checkin for me yeah
Im on third base comin' home with the paper
I got 100 pounds comin' home from Jamaica
I can't think and my sprite so pink
And I might be floatin but
I will not sink Weezy