[Juelz Santana:]
Money ova bitches, that's the moto I follow,
Take that to the grave, I'll swallow eight hollow,
Before the day I let a bitch stop me from gettin' paid,
No way, I get head, get laid, and get gone on her,
Don't be mad I left a hundred at the door for ya,
Baby don't spend all at once, just a thought for ya,
Ain't that a dog for ya, (haha)
Some chicks like fleas, u gotta use your paws to gettin' off of ya (off)
And in the streets, u can't get caught trippin', caught slippin',
Gotta hustle, gotta get in where u fit in,
Hope u know how to make a dollar quicker than u spend it,
Cause these bill come in every second, every minute, (what
And it's coke auditions, is u flippin' or are u sniffin', (someone sniffin')
Put the coke in water, shit is kinda like fishin',
No rod, just a spoon I throw it in and start mixin',
Like that, and like this, and like that, and ahh (and ahh),
And like this, and like that u got crack
And since the towers fell, niggas been mad as hell, (sniff)
There's been a drought out, ain't enough crack to sell, (nope)
But the world keeps spinnin' like a carosel,
Gotta get the cash, get the cream, and the caramel, (what)
On top, got to be on top, strawberries, whip cream on top,
Get popped f*ckin' with my (my) M.O.N.E.Y. (my money),
Guys plot, that's why I got the nina, chop, chop, man, that choppalino (watch, watch)
The blocks hot like it's got a feva, cops, cops, nuttin but cops, I see ya, peekaboo!
They every where, I'm neva scared, I hustle anyway, everyday, Customers? send 'em here, (send 'em here)
And u know I give 'em that shit, that's gonna give that coke, crack, sugar snaps, (snaps)
Or should I say sugar snacks, coke in the sugar jar, cookie jar, could've called 'em sugar shack, (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 hop scotch on them hoes
Lil Wayne right from Kim's corner
Stole a chopper wake a nigga ass up like a morning show
Put me in the game and I see em callin audibles
Hearts beatin fast better work on ya cardio
How you want it video, audio, cardio,
Body get mailed to ya gal, I'll,
Pussy ass nigga die slow don't yell,
I put it on the streets an I bet it's gon sell,
What's under that floor, well it sure isn't nails
Just how I make money cracker I'm a make bail,
I'm a libra, and my sign is a scale,
And if it don't measure up, than 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 than I give the bitch hills
No stilettos and pumps, 21 bumps
21 jump street if anyone jumps in
Once you hit the ground that's when everyone stumps
Perry ayes you weigh everyone's drunk,
So it's 21 jump street if anyone jumps
The milli goes POW and the semi goes PAP
An itty-bitty bullet will make a skinny nigga fat,
Hard body baby knockin any nigga back
And it's money over bitches not a penny hoe scat
And it be like that till that line goes flat
But in the mean time, I'm in that bent no hat that's
No top if you didn't know that
On them chrome Sean johns
With the cut so black
... in fact y'all can leave that be
Bitch I'm ballin like I got scouts checkin for me,
YEA!
I'm on third base comin' home with tha paper
I got a hundred pounds comin' home from Jamaica
I can't think my sprites so pink
And I might be floatin'
But I will not sink
WEEZY
Lil Wayne and Juelz Santana - Hot Shit Lyrics
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[Juelz Santana:]
Money ova bitches, that's the moto I follow,
Take that to the grave, I'll swallow eight hollow,
Before the day I let a bitch stop me from gettin' paid,
No way, I get head, get laid, and get gone on her,
Don't be mad I left a hundred at the door for ya,
Baby don't spend all at once, just a thought for ya,
Ain't that a dog for ya, (haha)
Some chicks like fleas, u gotta use your paws to gettin' off of ya (off)
And in the streets, u can't get caught trippin', caught slippin',
Gotta hustle, gotta get in where u fit in,
Hope u know how to make a dollar quicker than u spend it,
Cause these bill come in every second, every minute, (what
And it's coke auditions, is u flippin' or are u sniffin', (someone sniffin')
Put the coke in water, shit is kinda like fishin',
No rod, just a spoon I throw it in and start mixin',
Like that, and like this, and like that, and ahh (and ahh),
And like this, and like that u got crack
And since the towers fell, niggas been mad as hell, (sniff)
There's been a drought out, ain't enough crack to sell, (nope)
But the world keeps spinnin' like a carosel,
Gotta get the cash, get the cream, and the caramel, (what)
On top, got to be on top, strawberries, whip cream on top,
Get popped f*ckin' with my (my) M.O.N.E.Y. (my money),
Guys plot, that's why I got the nina, chop, chop, man, that choppalino (watch, watch)
The blocks hot like it's got a feva, cops, cops, nuttin but cops, I see ya, peekaboo!
They every where, I'm neva scared, I hustle anyway, everyday, Customers? send 'em here, (send 'em here)
And u know I give 'em that shit, that's gonna give that coke, crack, sugar snaps, (snaps)
Or should I say sugar snacks, coke in the sugar jar, cookie jar, could've called 'em sugar shack, (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 hop scotch on them hoes
Lil Wayne right from Kim's corner
Stole a chopper wake a nigga ass up like a morning show
Put me in the game and I see em callin audibles
Hearts beatin fast better work on ya cardio
How you want it video, audio, cardio,
Body get mailed to ya gal, I'll,
Pussy ass nigga die slow don't yell,
I put it on the streets an I bet it's gon sell,
What's under that floor, well it sure isn't nails
Just how I make money cracker I'm a make bail,
I'm a libra, and my sign is a scale,
And if it don't measure up, than 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 than I give the bitch hills
No stilettos and pumps, 21 bumps
21 jump street if anyone jumps in
Once you hit the ground that's when everyone stumps
Perry ayes you weigh everyone's drunk,
So it's 21 jump street if anyone jumps
The milli goes POW and the semi goes PAP
An itty-bitty bullet will make a skinny nigga fat,
Hard body baby knockin any nigga back
And it's money over bitches not a penny hoe scat
And it be like that till that line goes flat
But in the mean time, I'm in that bent no hat that's
No top if you didn't know that
On them chrome Sean johns
With the cut so black
... in fact y'all can leave that be
Bitch I'm ballin like I got scouts checkin for me,
YEA!
I'm on third base comin' home with tha paper
I got a hundred pounds comin' home from Jamaica
I can't think my sprites so pink
And I might be floatin'
But I will not sink
WEEZY
Money ova bitches, that's the moto I follow,
Take that to the grave, I'll swallow eight hollow,
Before the day I let a bitch stop me from gettin' paid,
No way, I get head, get laid, and get gone on her,
Don't be mad I left a hundred at the door for ya,
Baby don't spend all at once, just a thought for ya,
Ain't that a dog for ya, (haha)
Some chicks like fleas, u gotta use your paws to gettin' off of ya (off)
And in the streets, u can't get caught trippin', caught slippin',
Gotta hustle, gotta get in where u fit in,
Hope u know how to make a dollar quicker than u spend it,
Cause these bill come in every second, every minute, (what
And it's coke auditions, is u flippin' or are u sniffin', (someone sniffin')
Put the coke in water, shit is kinda like fishin',
No rod, just a spoon I throw it in and start mixin',
Like that, and like this, and like that, and ahh (and ahh),
And like this, and like that u got crack
And since the towers fell, niggas been mad as hell, (sniff)
There's been a drought out, ain't enough crack to sell, (nope)
But the world keeps spinnin' like a carosel,
Gotta get the cash, get the cream, and the caramel, (what)
On top, got to be on top, strawberries, whip cream on top,
Get popped f*ckin' with my (my) M.O.N.E.Y. (my money),
Guys plot, that's why I got the nina, chop, chop, man, that choppalino (watch, watch)
The blocks hot like it's got a feva, cops, cops, nuttin but cops, I see ya, peekaboo!
They every where, I'm neva scared, I hustle anyway, everyday, Customers? send 'em here, (send 'em here)
And u know I give 'em that shit, that's gonna give that coke, crack, sugar snaps, (snaps)
Or should I say sugar snacks, coke in the sugar jar, cookie jar, could've called 'em sugar shack, (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 hop scotch on them hoes
Lil Wayne right from Kim's corner
Stole a chopper wake a nigga ass up like a morning show
Put me in the game and I see em callin audibles
Hearts beatin fast better work on ya cardio
How you want it video, audio, cardio,
Body get mailed to ya gal, I'll,
Pussy ass nigga die slow don't yell,
I put it on the streets an I bet it's gon sell,
What's under that floor, well it sure isn't nails
Just how I make money cracker I'm a make bail,
I'm a libra, and my sign is a scale,
And if it don't measure up, than 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 than I give the bitch hills
No stilettos and pumps, 21 bumps
21 jump street if anyone jumps in
Once you hit the ground that's when everyone stumps
Perry ayes you weigh everyone's drunk,
So it's 21 jump street if anyone jumps
The milli goes POW and the semi goes PAP
An itty-bitty bullet will make a skinny nigga fat,
Hard body baby knockin any nigga back
And it's money over bitches not a penny hoe scat
And it be like that till that line goes flat
But in the mean time, I'm in that bent no hat that's
No top if you didn't know that
On them chrome Sean johns
With the cut so black
... in fact y'all can leave that be
Bitch I'm ballin like I got scouts checkin for me,
YEA!
I'm on third base comin' home with tha paper
I got a hundred pounds comin' home from Jamaica
I can't think my sprites so pink
And I might be floatin'
But I will not sink
WEEZY