Hot Nigga
[Intro]I'm sorry for the wait, niggaI'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chafe, niggaPockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner
[Verse]I'm sorry for the wait, niggaI'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, niggaI put up some ornaments today nigga (Why?)Cause 'round here every day a holiday, niggaaaThis that Sorry 4 The Wait 2That AK shoot like K doHad to tell myself, 'Tune just stay tuned'Swear I got the hardest flo', my shit break broomsI been hot since 1998, niggaThat's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, niggaHope you know the Feds got InstagramThey liking every photo that you take, niggaI was totin a gun before a switchbladeCut your head off and put it on displayBoy, we find out where you live and then we invadeBoy, we do not kill no kids, but your bitch deadOoh, shawty like the way that you floss outTil I shoot you in the head, now she grossed outI'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouthI told a nigga count on me and niggas lost countThis world is only preparation for the next (Alright)Money bags under my eyes, money over restTryna get a hunned M's out the alphabetsOpen up my mouth to smile, ooh treasure chestOoh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on himI just bought a new .44 and I'm a proud ownerBelfast and Monroe, that was our cornerFuckin fast in your ho, ooh cowabungaSip some lean, pop a Xan barMy bougie bitch pussy taste like caviarOnce I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmarkI don't know how you like your steak, but I'm in rare formFuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for 'emMomma jumped out a plane, I was air-borneGold watches, gold chains; watch for LeprechaunsFavorite subject was PE, Pablo EscobarKill him when he least expect it, at a restaurantThrow him with the rest of 'em, in a reservoirI'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoireExcuse my French, but it's menage a trois, au revoirOooh, my Nina Ross got a bad mouthYea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cowGive a fuck 'bout a police with his badge outIf you ain't got a warrant, get up out my damn house!This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2This a all white affair, I brought the yay throughShe said Tunechi skate through, and I'mma skate youI'm aimin at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juiceOoh, tell them bitches; free dick and blowGive me head... Can't kiss no mo'I got; free jewelry, car keys, and moreAnd I just started robbin like a week agoHundred diamonds on my bitch, I don't bling no moreTwo hunned thousand for a showYou gotta speak to PoYeah, got me on my Young Money shitNo Cash Money, just Young Money shitWooh, got me on my Young Money shit
[Outro]My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with meMula!