I get it lit, I get it hot Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance, well I got the moves I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in his shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I get it lit, I get it hot Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance, well I got the moves I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in his shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company She like my dance moves Guess I'm the man, she talk to a fan Now we makin' fast moves Lookin' for love, but it never lasts I guess that's the casu Hands in my pants, she lookin' for bands And somethin' that's brand new Told her watch what that man do Cause it get giggly when I'm in my city You know it's my phone, you pay below I need a bitty to show me some titties The real definition of hangin' out Maybe some kitty cause I'm really pretty But I know you shine when the gang around Ain't got no time to just hang around Fuck in a fight and we bang it out I get it lit, I get it hot Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance, well I got the moves I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in his shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I get it lit, I get it hot Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance, well I got the moves I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in his shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company Ice water, bitch, for the thrill I fuck bitches, don't mean a dollar worth of bills I get it poppin' by all in the millions I hold up my wrist, that's a bending machine Ain't havin' issues, lookin' for the genie You fuckin' King Pluto, you get what you dreamin' Mop up my top, got me splashin' coutin' Pop out your wardrobe, you fuckin' the king Came out the bottom like 400 Juvie Put a switch on it and go make a movie Trippin' on XC, I'm totally polluted Bitches on bitches, they done met with Chromie Hoes, they goin' both ways They get it poppin' on good medications Diamonds on me, poppin' brown Diamonds be dancin' on me, Young J I put them Rolex diamonds on my trigger finger Walk on down, leave a nigga in the cold I put a Benz Spur on a cha-cha Had to turn up on nothin' to hold And she do whatever niggas say I'm controllin' my bitch with our usual remote All that came from the bottom, I started with nothin' Had to go out and give me a drink, uh Had to smash on them R&B's, died in the trenches These bitches gon' do what I said, so Poppin' my shit, you know damn well I'm lit I been fuckin' these thotties, I'm loaded and rich Came up from that, you know these racks Bought these gold diggin' Benzes I sit in the smoke, tell a nigga I'm fat And kill all the witnesses I get it lit, I get it hot Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance, well, I got the moves I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes I got a couple hoes, I been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts, I been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I get it lit, I get it hot Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance, well, I got the moves I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes I got a couple hoes, I been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts, I been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I got a couple blunts, I been rollin' up Just to keep me some company