Hot Girl lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ Chose)
(P Crisco)
Yeah, yeah, I put that 1501 chain around my neck and now it's lit

[Chorus]
All the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad b*tches wit' the bag, say “I", (Ya, ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, “Bye, bye, bye” (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad ho, tell her, “Hi, hi, hi" (Hey)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho, f*ck a broke hoe (Ooh)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Ah)

[Verse 1]
Spicy, pricey, neck and wrist icy
b*tch, it's moneymaking Megan, ho, get like me
I rode it, a soldier, a hot girl, he want it (Uh)
Pull up in that Masera', gettin' top on lock (Skrrt)
They still tryna find a thing that I can't do
I told her, “If you go against me, you a damn fool” (b*tch, you dumb)
But keep talkin' 'bout me, b*tch, that's all you can do (Oh, okay)
But keep my cat up out ya mouth 'cause that's your man food
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (She like "What?")
I know you crunk but lil' bih, please watch my shoes (Goddamn)
I'm not the DJ but I'll make your body move (Goddamn)
Watch your mouth before I leave here wit' your boo (Ah)
[Chorus]
All the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad b*tches wit' the bag say “I", (Ya, ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, “Bye, bye, bye” (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad ho, tell her, “Hi, hi, hi" (Hey)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho, f*ck a broke ho (Ooh)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Ah)

[Verse 2]
Lil' thundercat, throw it back, he can't handle that
I'on want to talk unless a n*gga finna throw a stack
Bad attitude but I'm cute so he call me "bae"
I'ma need that head, give me neck like a vertebra
Check my body, oochie wally, where your wallet?
If I take your n*gga, it's nothing you can do about it (Not at all)
I'm the f*cking hottie, I'm not your momma or your partner
So don't play with me, b*tch, I'm from Texas, we get rowdy
I got my hands up on my knees, I'm 'bout to work him out his jeans
He get behind me, I'ma QB, throw it back and wide receive
Your n*gga wish he had me, boy, your BM ashy
And I'm cocoa-buttered down, pretty brown bad B

[Chorus]
All the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad b*tches wit' the bag say “I", (Ya, ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, “Bye, bye, bye” (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad ho, tell her, “Hi, hi, hi" (Hey)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho, f*ck a broke hoe (Ooh)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Ah)
[Verse 3]
I can make your man do what I want him to do (Oh, yeah)
'Cause when he seen me, he ain't want to f*ck with you (Not at all)
I point down at this candy, told him what he finna chew
And tease you with the n*gga, Nanny Nanny Boo Boo
Ayy, I want some money, yeah, I want some money
And he gon' bring it to Megan, do what I say like his mommy
I wrap that di*k like a mummy, he do not run when I'm c*mming
He open up and he catch it, he suck these titties, these leches
I throw that booty, he fetch it, this pus*y really a present
I got the Michael, that Thriller, these b*tches hiding they n*ggas
I got that now and that later, he gon' eat through the paper
He tryna eat through these panties, he bob his head like he jammin' (Ah)

[Chorus]
All the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad b*tches wit' the bag say “I", (Ya, ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, “Bye, bye, bye” (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad hoe, tell her, “Hi, hi, hi" (Hey)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho (Huh), f*ck a broke hoe (Ooh)
Don't get mad, ho (Get mad), get a bag, ho (Ah)