Gifted. - Hot Stuff

Hahaaa
This the one they been waiting on
Ok
Walk around like I'm hot stuff probably fell in love when she saw me
Look good in this fly stuff that's why I got it all on me
All this money gon pile up yea pile up to the ceiling
Shorty call me her daddy but she not one of my children
Cut too deep for a bandaid like nah I don't even need it
Run through girls like a stampede either to my songs or the weekends
Know my ex is big mad I can feel it and see you creeping
I'ma just keep grinding and shining like a beacon
Her new man got a G-SHOCK haha might buy me a rolly
All praise to the most high with God wherever I'm goin
Full speed to the top now won't stop I'm never gon slow it
Even if I ain't doin well I'm probably not gon show it
I got people Lookin up to me
I got girls still stuck on me
Feet up chillin comfortably in my bed with a cup of tea
In Tribeca shooting videos
Probably shut down the block today
Who's your favorite in the city tho
Ok yo we're not the same
I be feelin so astonishing
I be feelin so dominant
I be feelin so confident
I be feelin so prominent
Had a chick that did me dirty ok girl not again
When I see you at my job again
Shoot your shot and you'll probably miss
Walk around like I'm hot stuff probably fell in love when she saw me
Look good in this fly stuff that's why I got it all on me
All this money gon pile up yea pile up to the ceiling
Shorty call me her daddy but she not one of my children
Cut too deep for a bandaid it but nah I don't even need it
Run through girls like a stampede either to my songs or the weekends
Know my ex is big mad I can feel it and see you creeping
I'ma just keep grinding and shining like a beacon
I'ma just keep doin my thing I pull up polite I'm like hello
They say I look good in my jacket I say know
Tell me something I don't
Big Gifted from the block I'm just too hot I'm the shit now
Please don't piss me off when I stand y'all better sit down
If it ain't bout guap then we can't have a sit down
Fuck around I make it look to easy because it is
With a hotter chick I let her see me then I dip
My hair is too nice ain't rock no beanies what is this
Yea Fiji I don't sip I sip
Ahh ahh ahh
I sip water out the glass
I like all my women with blonde hair, green eyes and class
Walk around like I'm hot stuff probably fell in love when she saw me
Look good in this fly stuff that's why I got it all on me
All this money gon pile up yea pile up to the ceiling
Shorty call me her daddy but she not one of my children
Cut too deep for a bandaid it but nah I don't even need it
Run through girls like a stampede either to my songs or the weekends
Know my ex is big mad I feel and see you creeping
I'ma just keep grinding and shining like a beacon
Oh yea
Ooo
Oh yea
Oh yea
Ooo
Oh yea
Oh yea

Written by:
George Paljusevic

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