This is why I'm hot

This is why I’m hot(x2) 
This is why(x2) uh 
This is why I’m hot (uh) 
This is why I’m hot(x2) whoo 
This is why(x2) 
This is why I’m hot 

I’m hot coz I’m fly (fly) 
You ain’t coz you’re not
This is why x2 
This is why I’m hot(x2) 

Verse 1: 

This is why I’m hot 
I dont gotta rap 
I can sell a mill sell you nothing on the track 
I represent New York 
I got it on my back 
And they say that we lost it 
So I’mma bring it back 
I love the dirty dirty 
Coz niggas show me love 
The ladies start to bounce 
As soon as I hit the club 
But in the Midwest 
They love to take it slow 
So when I hit the 
I watch you get it on the floor 
And if you needed hyphy 
I take it to the bay 
Frisco to Sac town 
They do it eryday 
Coppin a Hollywood 
As soon as I hit LA 
I’m in that low low 
I do it the cali way 
And when I hit the Chi 
People say that I’m fly 
They like the way I dress they like (they like my) my attire 
move crowds from side to side 
They ask me how I do it and simply I reply 

(Chorus) 

Verse 2: 
This is why I’m hot 
Catch me on the block 
Every other day 
Another [bad word] another drop 
16 bars, 24 pop 
44 songs, [bad word] gimme what you got 
I’m in there driving cars 
Push them off the lot 
I’m into shutting stores down so I can shop 
If you need a bird I can get it chopped 
Tell ne what you need you know I get ‘em by the flock 
I call my hommie black meet me on the ave 
I hit wash heights with the money in the bag 
we into big spinners 
See my pimping never dragged 
Find me with different women that you niggas never had 
For those who say they know me know I’m focused on my cream 
Playa you come between you’d better focus on the beam 
I keep it so feen the way you see me lean 
And when I say I’m hot my [bad word] this is what I mean 

(Chorus) 

Verse 3: 
This is why I’m hot 
Shorty see the drop 
Ask me what I paid and I say yeah I paid a ?quap? 
And then I hit the switch that take away the top 
So chicks around the way they call me cream of the crop 
They hop in the car 
I tell them all about 
We hit the studio they say they like the way I record 
I gave you black train and I did you wrong 
So everytime I see them and they tell me that’s their song 
They say I’m the bomb 
They love the way the charm hanging from the neck 
And compliments the arm which compliments the ear then comes the gear 
So when I hit the room the shorties stop and stare 
Then niggas start to hate rearrange their face 
Little do they know I keep them things by waistside 
I reply nobody gotta die 
Similar to lil wiz coz I got the fire