Hot Shit lyrics - Cardi B, Kanye West & Lil Durk

 It's too hard (It's too hard)

Tay Keith, it's too hard

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now this that hot shit

Jimmy Snuka off the top rope, Superfly shit

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

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

New Chanel, I rock it, twist and it 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, there 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 the opp

It's electric

Hatin' didn't work, so they lie (So they lie)

These bitches lookin' hurt and they fried (And they fried)

I know they wouldn't miss them 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 them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

This that block music

This that drop __cpLocation, drop a opp music (Too mad)

This ain't for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock users

And Ion talk down on treacherous hoes who known to be a cock user

This that pill talk, gotta buss his head, he cut out all the music

Who said you game, who said you can come around this bitch and hang? (Who?)

And I fucked your baby mama, mama and I ain't say a thing (Shh)

They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that '21

I pick my side, switches fully

And I'ma die for 21 (Pull up, gang)

I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn't come

I said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain't pay for none

You think I'm finna leave my bitch for you? She fuck Future too?

I know that Von hitter, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choo (Smurk)

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two

Pinky swear you ain't scared when you heard Ye appeared

I'ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill ya man

I'm just sayin' now, start to get used to the pain

Till one day I said, "Fuck it", brought my masseuse on the plane

Why you playin'?

Reachin' the gang

Losin' hand

Where you stayin'?

Where was J at, where was them at?

Where you done that, where you live at?

Another headline, where your head at?

Nigga, go home, where your kids at?

They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mmm, mmm

When we lost Virg, I was on the verge, mmm, mmm

I just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mmm, mmm

We just made a silent movie with no words, mmm

Guess who toppin' now? Uh

God got me now, uh

Guess who at Balenciaga, guess who shoppin' now? Uh

They can't stop me now, uh, I've been poppin' now, uh

Cardi, where your sister at? I need Henny now, mmm, mmm

I flew in and out, hundred fifty thou', mmm, mmm

Now, even when they shout, gotta shout me out

So ahead, go ahead, mmm, mmm

Not even close, all of y'all is number two

Oof (Oof), checks comin' fast, I'm like swoosh (Swoosh)

Ooh (Ooh), give 'em to them straight, hundred proof (Proof)

I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (Vu)

It's either that, or I'm catchin' body number two