Hot Shit (Cardi B Version) lyrics - Cardi B

 (Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

(Tay Keith)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now this that hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit (Fly)

Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit (Hot)

Either way you slice it, bottom line, I'm the top bitch

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 bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest

Ooh, smokin' dope, I'm connected

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 bitch at breakfast

Still might slide on a opp (It's electric)

Hatin' didn't work so they lied (So they lied)

These bitches 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 bitch for is a truce (Truce)

Brand new chopper, can't wait to put that bitch 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 shit 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 motherfucking 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, bitch

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, bitch (Brra)

This that motherfucking hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, superfly shit

Might get in the tub with all my ice on some 'Pac shit

Bad bitch contest, it wouldn't be a contest, woo

This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah

This that motherfucking hot shit, yeah

Bitch is bad and I'm a bop bitch

Yeah, yeah

Fuck her in Dubai shit

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