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off the top
M.A them hoes out
bring them 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
Groupies a picture, groupies gotta wait
I'm in another zone, I'm in another
My girl on my nerves, I ain't going home
Ain't got time for shit (I don't got time for this shit)
I got time for this bitch (I don't got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like money on trees
So when I look all I see is green
look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs,
Hold up, around, tssk, girl
Where you you going with that big butt?
Brown water sippin' in big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big
dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shit for fun, guy
shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to with that nonsense
I to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you to
While they making disses I'm just hits
'Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make no
This is chess, not checkers, the game dude
But I just can't relate 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 Hilfiger back and I'm jiggy
know I'm hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my is with me ho
This her favorite song, her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when put this on
Oww, the thot call
OOOUUU, got that hot sauce
My guys talk, they just pop off
If a tryna front, she'll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche the top off
I'm in that Audi with some slippers and some on
Doin' 95 just to a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got that hot
So NY with these on
And shoutout to the girls who wear sew-ins
it's all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don't got no hot
You are not hot, you a
around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah pop off
And you know this the I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York bop on 'em
Yeah we bop, bop, I'ma bop on 'em

Yeah we got hot sauce
But you got no hot sauce
This the type of I can bop on
I need a thot that can top off
the year that I really get my guap on
And you the whole 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 don't got no hot
You got no hot sauce
Them niggas got that hot sauce