Lyrics of 'Hot Shit' by Lil Wayne

Money over bitches thats the model i follow
Take that to the grave i'll swollow 8 hollows
For the day i letta bitch stop me from gettin paid
No way i get head get laid get gone on em
Dont be mad i left 100 at the door for you
Baby dont spend it all at once its just a thought for you
Aint that a dont for ya, sum chicks like flees, you gotta use ya paws to get em off of ya
And in da streets you cant 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 its bills comin in every second, every minute
And its coke on the dishes is you flippin or you sniffin
Put the coke in the water shit its 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 walla
And since the towers fell nigaz been mad as hell
Its been ah drought out aint enough crack to sell
But the world keep spinnin like a caracel
Gotta get da cash, get da cream and the caramel
On top gotta be on top strawberries whipcream on top
Get popped fuckin wit my m.o.n.e.y
Guys pop thats why i got da nina
Chop chop man that choppa lean ya
Da blocks hot like its got a feva
Cops cops nuthin but cops i see ya peekaboo
They every where im neva 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 snacks,
Or should i say sugar snacks
Coke in da sugar jar, cookie jar crib, car, and sugar shack
And da bitches sleep naked in da sugar shack
Mind on my money no lookin back

[lil wayne:]
I pop up in da middle of the hot block
Make da drop top play hop scoth on them hoes
Lil wayne, right from kims corner store
Choppa wake a niggaz azz up like tha mornin show
Put me in da game and i see em callin audibles
Hearts beatin fast betta work on ya cardeo
How you want video, audio, part of yo body get mailed to ya gal, ill
Pussy azz nigga die slow dont yell
I put it on tha streets an i bet its gon sell
Whats under that floor well it sure isnt nails
Just how i make money cracker ima make bail
Im a lebra and my sign is a scale
An if it dont measure up then a nigga gettin killed
The smaller the car the bigger them wheels
An a nigga so hot that i give a bitch chills
An if she like coke then i give the bitch hills
No stilettos or pumps 21 bumps
21 jump street if anyone jumps an once you hit the ground thats when everyone stomps
Perry a juah everyones drunk so its 21 jump street if anyone jumps
Tha milli goes pow and tha simmi goes pap
A itty bitty bullet make a skinney nigga fat
Hard body baby knockin any nigga back
An its money ova bitches not a penny hoe scat
An it il be like that till that line go flat
But in da mean time im in that bent no hat, thats no top if you didnt know that
On them chrome sean johns with them guts so black
Infact alckalie that be bitch im ballin like i got scouts checkin for me yeah
Im on third base comin home with da paper
I got 100 pounds comin home from jamacia
I cant think and my sprite so pink
And i might be floatin but i will not sink weezy