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M.A bring hoes out
Redlyfe bring poles out

Pull up to the club a bottle on me (that Henny)
I'm already
Got voicemails, I just left the brib
And my bitch, she already
Blu rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I'm like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff drink, I don't wanna think
want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I going home
got time for this shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I ain't got for this bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)
Throwing like money grow on trees
So I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs,
up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you with that big butt?
Brown sippin' in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big
dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the one with a gun, guy
My like shootin' shit for fun, guy
shot, hit the boy one time
Do not to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the work in them
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I'm making hits
'Cause if it don't dollars it don't make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, the game dude
But I can't relate 'cause that's what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like Babe
She let me hit it out the park like I'm Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I'm though
Bring that back and I'm jiggy though
Niggas know I'm hot but they envy
Oh well, at my bitch is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk they put this on
Oww, that's the thot
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot
My guys don't talk, they pop off
If a thot tryna front, she'll get off
My homie Sav in that Porsche the top off
I'm in that Audi with some and some socks on
95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and your block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got that hot
So NY these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don't sew-ins
Cause all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a
Fuck around boy and get your top off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to pop off
And them niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New City bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, I'ma bop, bop on 'em

Yeah we got that hot
But you got no hot sauce
This the type of I can bop on
I need a thot that can top off
This the year I really get my guap on
And you know the game, I got a lock on
It's M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
got that hot sauce
Shawty you don't got no hot
Nah, you got no hot sauce
You got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got hot sauce