Paroles Hot Shit (Cardi B Version) par Cardi B

(Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)
(Tay Keith, f**k these n***as up)
(Tay Keith)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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*t*h
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*t*h 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*t*h at breakfast
Still might slide on a opp (It's electric)
Hatin' didn't work so they lied (So they lied)
These b*t*hes 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*t*h for is a truce (Truce)
Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that b*t*h to use (Use)
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

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**king garment
I could smoke that uh, smoke the model with the [?]
New bag is a Telfar, calling it a death star
Parent teacher conference, I'm dressed like it's the Met Ball
I said I had that WAP, who got offended? Summer drop, b*t*h
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*t*h (Brra)

This that motherf**king 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*t*h contest, it wouldn't be a contest, woo
This that motherf**king hot sh*t, yeah
This that motherf**king hot sh*t, yeah
B*t*h is bad and I'm a bop b*t*h
Yeah, yeah
F**k her in Dubai sh*t

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