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Artist: Kid Ink f/ Bricc Baby Shitro, Young Thug
Album:  Full Speed
Song:   Like a Hott Boyy
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Metro Boomin' wants some more nigga

[Chorus: Kid Ink & Young Thug]
I just pull up to the spot boy
Like I'm fresh up off the lot boy
Niggas say I do a lot boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy
Stop thinking you the man, cause you not boy
You be looking like them cops boy
See you bitch and I bet she getting copped boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Big time, big time, I'm feeling fresh as Mannie
Ever since I told them bitches put aside your panties
Show me somethin', it' ain't nothin' but a couple grams
Sippin' on this champagne, smack her with my other hand boy
I just pull up on the scene and never seen shit
But I still feel like a bum
Cause ain't no place and ain't no ceiling in here
Side niggas hating bitches blocking like Kareem and him
Rolling with this nigga here, everything you dream is real
Please believe me we do this shit for no reason
Baby welcome to the fast life, switch gears now I'm spinnin'
In my lane, Ruff Rydin' like the LOX boy
Stop drop, shut 'em down, open up shop boy

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Hunnids, fifties, I just flip 'em every mornin'
Like they pancakes in the kitchen
See me dripping, see me pourin'
Cut the gas then I floor it, pull up to the spot
They aiming for the target, I'm Kennedy in the drop

[Verse 3: Bricc Baby Shitro]
Everybody get your roll on, smash smash nigga
Cash money, cash money, talkin' fast fast bitch
Guerilla warfare but Juveniles gon' smash nigga
Pull up to the spot with 200 on the dash, damn
The AP done nearly broke my wrist
I whip it fast, whip it fast, I gave my wrist a ticket
When you hear that "brrr brrr", know I got no chickens
I took some bands on your head and then you leave my hood

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Cash money, Young gettin' that cash money
Supercharger on the 'Vette now I look like a crash dummy
$50,000 on a Porsche, she ain't said nothin'
Hey, yeah nigga I became a breadwinner
I've never said nothing for the fetty, can I rub ya?
Foreign shoes they give me bunions
I blowin' O's like a Funyun
ABC, all about cummin'
Nigga cannot act tough, know he not boy
You my target, with a dot on your eye boy
I'ma buy, I'm not leasing it
I though my dick gon' feature it
I'm in Memphis, no Bleek, lil bitch
Hammer, I don't want keep the bitch
I'm screaming the tech game
And I got birds you know the rest man, rap game

[Chorus]