HOTT Intro by MoneyatMidnight Lyrics
[Intro]
This that new SHADESRECORDS!
This that..., this that what you ain't never heard before
(SHADES-, SHADESRECORDS!)
Talkin’ like a hoe!
Woah! Woah!
Woah!
(#MONEYMADEIT!)
[Verse 1]
Nigga, this is the intro, say what's up to my kinfolk
I gotta slow down, 'cause it might be too hot
Don’t wanna put some of these people on the spot
'Cause you know all they business is out there anyway...,
Nosey mindin' my own business...,
And you know, I ain't even saw it, I wasn't even a witness
But you know I got that HOTT shit, I'mma hot commodity
And you know, this just the intro
I don't know what you thought of me
But before you judge me...,
Nigga get to know me first...,
But you know..., you wanna get to whippin' that work
Nigga you ain’t got shit, nigga you ain’t 'bout that-
Bitch you ain’t livin' that life, you ain't livin' that strife
That pain talkin’ in yo' songs, like you say you do
Nigga, I don't think you really know who is you
Who is you in the first place?
Who is you takin' up this space, wit' yo funky ass?!
I think you really need to take your ass back to class
And learn something, sit down
'Cause I'm in, and we in session-
I'mma show you how to be blessed
And live life with no stressin'!
[Break]
And you know I got the acetal, this just the intro
I burn these niggas down
Burn they ass down to the ground
I ain't even mumbling, but you know I'm low with my sound...,
'Cause I ain't gotta scream at these niggas
[Verse 2]
I gotta be the preacher, you know, the cool teacher
The one you can come to help solve your problems
Hopefully we don't have to solve 'em with the revolver!
But you know, we gotta keep it HOTT
And you know we put it on the spot!
Like Shaq, it's icey..., Gucci Mane, it's spicy!
Ooh wait that's backwards...,
Yes money an important matter!
And you know I gotta get it everyday
You know I gottta get it every other fuckin' way!
You know what, I'm talkin' out my head!
You know what, I don't need to take my ass to bed
I need to go get the money
I need get the motherfuckin' hundreds
I need to switch up the flow, I need to BOP, BOP on these hoes!
It's HOTT!! It's HOTT!!
You know MoneyatMidnight stay HOTT
And you know in the summertime...,
And you know the wintertime too
I got the furs on, like Pimp C
And you know, can't nobody do it
Can't nobody do it like me!
I done told you that befo', Iike, I'm on radio show
Ooh, like a game contestant
Just like I won a prize, 'cause I'm so sexy!
I keep it HOTT like the A/C
You worried 'bout me and, you ain't got no bucks?!?
And you need to get yo' figures!
And you need to stack yo riches!
I know that didn't go together
But you know it's HOTT in any weather!
Wintertime, or the summertime...,
MoneyatMidnight on your mind!
-And you know I'm gone...
[Outro]
Get these streams nigga, I get these beans nigga!
I get this..., money! And I count the motherfuckin' hundreds
Can't tell me shit..., can't clock out on a bitch...,
I'm my own professor, this is just the intro
You need to learn your lesson, uhh!
This that new SHADESRECORDS!
This that..., this that what you ain't never heard before
(SHADES-, SHADESRECORDS!)
Talkin’ like a hoe!
Woah! Woah!
Woah!
(#MONEYMADEIT!)
[Verse 1]
Nigga, this is the intro, say what's up to my kinfolk
I gotta slow down, 'cause it might be too hot
Don’t wanna put some of these people on the spot
'Cause you know all they business is out there anyway...,
Nosey mindin' my own business...,
And you know, I ain't even saw it, I wasn't even a witness
But you know I got that HOTT shit, I'mma hot commodity
And you know, this just the intro
I don't know what you thought of me
But before you judge me...,
Nigga get to know me first...,
But you know..., you wanna get to whippin' that work
Nigga you ain’t got shit, nigga you ain’t 'bout that-
Bitch you ain’t livin' that life, you ain't livin' that strife
That pain talkin’ in yo' songs, like you say you do
Nigga, I don't think you really know who is you
Who is you in the first place?
Who is you takin' up this space, wit' yo funky ass?!
I think you really need to take your ass back to class
And learn something, sit down
'Cause I'm in, and we in session-
I'mma show you how to be blessed
And live life with no stressin'!
[Break]
And you know I got the acetal, this just the intro
I burn these niggas down
Burn they ass down to the ground
I ain't even mumbling, but you know I'm low with my sound...,
'Cause I ain't gotta scream at these niggas
[Verse 2]
I gotta be the preacher, you know, the cool teacher
The one you can come to help solve your problems
Hopefully we don't have to solve 'em with the revolver!
But you know, we gotta keep it HOTT
And you know we put it on the spot!
Like Shaq, it's icey..., Gucci Mane, it's spicy!
Ooh wait that's backwards...,
Yes money an important matter!
And you know I gotta get it everyday
You know I gottta get it every other fuckin' way!
You know what, I'm talkin' out my head!
You know what, I don't need to take my ass to bed
I need to go get the money
I need get the motherfuckin' hundreds
I need to switch up the flow, I need to BOP, BOP on these hoes!
It's HOTT!! It's HOTT!!
You know MoneyatMidnight stay HOTT
And you know in the summertime...,
And you know the wintertime too
I got the furs on, like Pimp C
And you know, can't nobody do it
Can't nobody do it like me!
I done told you that befo', Iike, I'm on radio show
Ooh, like a game contestant
Just like I won a prize, 'cause I'm so sexy!
I keep it HOTT like the A/C
You worried 'bout me and, you ain't got no bucks?!?
And you need to get yo' figures!
And you need to stack yo riches!
I know that didn't go together
But you know it's HOTT in any weather!
Wintertime, or the summertime...,
MoneyatMidnight on your mind!
-And you know I'm gone...
[Outro]
Get these streams nigga, I get these beans nigga!
I get this..., money! And I count the motherfuckin' hundreds
Can't tell me shit..., can't clock out on a bitch...,
I'm my own professor, this is just the intro
You need to learn your lesson, uhh!