Hot sh*t (Cardi B Version) lyrics

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
(Tay Keith)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Now this that hot sh*t
Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly sh*t (Fly)
Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac sh*t (Hot)
Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top b*tch
New Chanel, I rock it, twist it, that ain't even out yet
All this jewelry at the grocery store, I'm obnoxious
Bought a home and closin' on another, I know I'm blessed
Everybody wanna be gang, ain't no spots left
Bad b*tch contеst, it wouldn't be a contest
Ooh, smokin' dope, I'm connеcted
I don't know what's longer, man, my blocklist or my checklist
I don't know what's colder, man, my heart or my necklace
Pretty when I wake up, I'm a bad b*tch at breakfast
Still might slide on a opp (It's electric)
Hatin' didn't work so they lied (So they lied)
These b*tches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)
I know they wouldn't miss 'em if they died
Tell 'em, "Move, move, move”
New Chanel on my body, it's a boost
I'm so poppin', I don't ever gotta get introduced ('Duced)
One thing I never call a b*tch for is a truce (Truce)
Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that b*tch to use (Use)
[Chorus]
Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)
Ooh (Ooh)
Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two

[Verse 2]
Rap sh*t got boring, they been asking for me (Hm)
Mommy mode or model mode, now back to money (Hm)
Shooters know it ain't no app if I say, "Tag 'em for me" (Wap, wap)
I get real hilarious when hoes be acting funny (Hm)
Fresh out the runway with that motherf*cking garment
I can smell the (Whew), smell the model with the armpit
New bag is a Telfar, Cullinan is death star
Parent teacher conference, I'm dressed like it's the Met Ball
I said I had that WAP, who got offended? Some old dry b*tch
Only ho I listen to is me and my conscious
New bag got some freckles on it ooh, that's the ostrich
Thought I was the victim, I'm the killer, it's a plot twist, b*tch (Brra)

[Refrain]
This that motherf*cking hot sh*t
Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly sh*t
Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac sh*t
Bad b*tch contest, it wouldn't be a contest, woo
[Bridge]
This that motherf*cking hot sh*t, yeah
This that motherf*cking hot sh*t, yeah
b*tch is bad and I'm a bi b*tch
Yeah, yeah
f*ck her in Dubai sh*t

[Chorus]
Oof (Oof)
Checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)
Ooh (Ooh)
Give 'em to me straight, hundred proof (Proof)
I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu
It's either that or I'm catchin' body number two