Hotbox

Hotbox Bitch Hit me with your lovin' Boy, I know you wanna Pick me up and love me I'll be waitin' on ya Hit me with your lovin' Boy, I know you wanna Pick me up and f*** me I'll be waitin' on ya Yeah, 11:30, we gon' pull up in a— B-b-b-b-black Benz, takin' all the niggas We gon' pop a couple poppers, pop a couple jiggas While they p-p-p-p-poppin' paparazzi pictures I got my bitches in the back, and my bros in the front leadin' He keep lookin' at me, I'ma make that boy a whole eater I'ma f*** his friend too, baby, I'm a whole cheater We can go to France, Eiffel Tower Y'all both need a, real ass one (Ass one) More dick, more coin, than your last one (Last one) Fuck that ni***, baby, damn, he ain't that fun I mean, do he got a song with Daft Punk? I mean, do he hit the club and his song come on? Do he rock a weave thirty inches long? Hmm, do he got a sold out tour? Do that ni*** know Anna Wintour? Hit me with your lovin' Boy, I know you wanna Pick me up and love me I'll be waitin' on ya Hit me with your lovin' Boy, I know you wanna Pick me up and f*** me I'll be waitin' on ya He said let's hit the back, hit the back, hit the backroom You be the carpet, I be the vacuum We can get a hand, we can get it on Tonight I'm on a xan, tonight I'm in the zone I don't wanna