Hot in This Bitch - Gilbere Forte, Pusha T, Jim Jones

It’s hot in this bitch, you could be the fan

Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn

Said it’s hot in this bitch, you could be the fan

Try to cool me off, cool me off like

Fli Ci in this bitch, you could be the fan

Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn

Said it’s hot in this bitch, you could be the fan

Try to cool me off, cool me off like damn

Harlem, big trucks like?

I rock the big watch with the flooded band

I got niggas from the motherland

In the winter you could catch him with a summer tan

I whip the ghost like a go-kart

So then it’s tell me when the show starts

I’m coming out flooded like Noah’s Ark

And fuck the light cause you know my wrist glow in the dark

You niggas stylin' but you fake wildin'

We four warriors deep when we on?

They tryna cool me off like antifreeze

But I’m hot like the shots when the hammer squeeze

Hold up, it’s a new kid on the block

Waited 87 dreams for me to get my shot

With a mean grill you could picture my drop

When I ride through everything just stop

Back on the gas, way ahead of my class

See the pipes burning from the bikes on the Ave

So ahead of my life I let my grandson have

The whole fucking world, I just throw it in the bag

Midwest kid with flows for all ages

Barbershop clean, nutcracker type flavors

Big?

Versace’s, Coogi’s, linens

I’ll wear Versace’s, no socks in my Timberlands

I’m hot like the chicken off the Halal trucks

You a latte nigga cause I’m getting star bucks

I’m live on the set, the bass brought the streets out

It’s hot in this bitch, y’all niggas send a tweet out

It’s hot in this bitch, the Gullwing’s a sauna

The leather just stick to my skin like Under Armour

Ride with a material girl, the black Madonna

Face like a virgin, she wants me to Lucky Star her

I’m lovin' her aura, shearling by Zara

She take me as I am, tossing weight like Toccara

Decapitated SL’s and Audi SLR-a

The last samurai to your roof, sayonara

Eghck!

Blood sweat and tears

Through the years, now the new found fame, I call it karma

These niggas bipolar, I’m who they love to hate

Praying for my downfall, now they chalk it up to fate

I chalk it up to chalking up the plate that I scrape

Peyton Manning Arm & Hammer with the plays that I make

NFL, that’s No Fucking Losses

A great defense makes an even better offense

We ownin', muthafuckin' rollin', ain’t nobody fuckin' with my--