The Hottest

I just landed in Miami, swear they'll never understand me

Hunnid on the freeway and I'm gunning for the Grammy

Sexy Mama got a whip, hella sandy

Then she wanted to take a city

I said, "Baby, why can't we?"

Bad boys, we don't really got a choice

Got a choice

I'm the hottest, you can hear it in my voice

In my, in my

Hot fire, got the city going up (Shit is hot)

You can't roll around unless you one of us

Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got a choice

No choice

I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice (Let's go)

Hot fire, got the city going up (Hot)

You can't roll around unless you one of us

Time after time

I feel your love

Roll the windows up

We don't give no fucks

Time after time

My pockets still stuffed

Quarter milli' in the trunk

And the stick is still tucked

And the spot is by the beach

Pull up in that eco-friendly and I don't wanna preach

Got the twins with me, had to give 'em 50 each

Homie told me if I pull up that I might end end up deceased

Let me think, hmm, that shit was a reach

I'm done with the talking, I just gotta let 'em see

I'ma pull up on your ass with the bands on me

When I'm sailing through the water, loaded cannons on me

I gotta walk with a lean but no Fanta on me

You know the feds always watch, got they cameras on me, huh, huh

Flooded with diamonds, man, you know you can't compete

We ain't stoppin' on no beat, till we hottest in the streets, better know

Time after time

I feel your love

Roll the windows up

We don't give no fucks

Time after time

My pockets still stuffed

Quarter milli' in the trunk

And the stick is still tucked

Bad boys, we don't really got a choice

Got a choice

I'm the hottest, you can hear it in my voice

In my, in my

Hot fire, got the city going up (Shit is hot)

You can't roll around unless you one of us, tell 'em

Told the label double my advance

My advance

Lotta different color bands in these pants

In these pants

Hit Japan, in Shibuya with the fans

And them other bitches Stanley Kubrick with the lens, ****

Shit is hot, you can't do that shit again

Called in jury duty but they know that I'm in France

She said, "You ain't call", I said, "I never got a chance

I been running through your city with a crystal in my hand, girl"

Time after time

I feel your love

Roll the windows up

We don't give no fucks

Time after time

My pockets still stuffed

Quarter milli' in the trunk

And the stick is still tucked

Bad boys, we don't really got a choice

Got a choice

I'm the hottest, you can hear it in my voice

In my, in my

Hot fire, got a city going up (Shit is hot)

You can't roll around unless you one of us

Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got a choice

No choice

I ain't modest, you can hear it in my voice

Listen up!

Hot fire, got a city going up (Hot)

You can't roll around unless you one of us