Kid Ink - Like A Hott Boyy lyrics

(feat. Young Thug and Bricc Baby sh**ro) [Intro: Young Thug] Metro Boomin' wants some more n***a [Hook: Kid Ink & Young Thug] I just pull up to the spot boy Like I'm fresh up off the lot boy n***as 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 b**h 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 b**hes 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 sh** But I still feel like a bum Cause ain't no place and ain't no ceiling in here Side n***as hating b**hes blocking like Kareem and him Rolling with this n***a here, everything you dream is real Please believe me we do this sh** 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 [Hook] [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 sh**ro] Everybody get your roll on, smash smash n***a Cash money, cash money, talkin' fast fast b**h Guerilla warfare but Juveniles gon' smash n***a 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 [Hook] [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 n***a 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' n***a 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 b**h Hammer, I don't want keep the b**h I'm screaming the tech game And I got birds you know the rest man, rap game [Hook]