that's what the wrist say
i'm crushin' these bitches like it's a wednesday
i'm married to the money and i'm so faithful
it's like my middle finger don't fuck with it
these red bottoms so spicy
it's like there's red pepper stuck to the bottom of 'em
he wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel
pull up with the draco in the trunk
and you bitches couldn't xscape with t.i's wife
we steppin' in hotter this year
we steppin' in hotter this year
and they ain't gon' like it
filet that pussy then let it saute
then i sprinkle on it like i'm salt bae
them jerks ain't gettin' chicken so they hot sauce
stop hypin' up these goofies and wack rhymers
your dick suckin' done got worse than blac chyna
spice out the cabinet aka the closet
i'm makin' up some fly shit
remember we was playin' we gon' make it in the projects
to get that off white you gotta make it from the pyrex
tell a nigga stay cool 'fore we turn up in hot shit
should i plain jane or add the seasonin' on em'?
we steppin' in hotter this year
we steppin' in hotter this year
and they ain't gon' like it
they gon' be spicy after this one!