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Denzel Curry - HOT ONE Lyrics
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[ Featuring A$AP Ferg, TiaCorine ]

I can make money fro-
I can make money fro-
I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (yeah, ho)
So much drive (yeah), so much drive (yeah)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass)
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass)

I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (sofa)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (chauffeur)
One day I'll be big, but I know I'm gettin' closer (closer)
Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra
The wo-, the world in my hands 'cause I took it off ya' shoulders (shoulders)
Marni on my fit, you know I got this shit from Lower (Lower)
I'm balling like Mike when you see him on the poster
Like Yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?

Ain't no beatin' me, I'm blessed in life
Money, dick, and dollar signs
Know you ain't gon' say it
Blow your top, let's see what's on your mind
Ex-nigga, let him go 'cause how you broke like every time?
Fifty on my chest, I got like forty on my panty-line
If he said I did him dirty, sorry, but I needed mine
Ain't doin' crimes, he gon' do it for me 'cause I'm super fine
Aunt Jemine, cookin' bitches up, I'm eatin' every time
Get on your grind, you bitches couldn't see me if you all combined, huh

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (yeah)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?

F*ck a new chain, I got a new house
Oh, that's your boo thang? She need a new mouth (yeah)
I flash the gold fangs, that's just my root canal
Every time I get dressed, I gotta move my bowels (shit on niggas, yeah, yeah)
No kizzy, ain't feelin' them niggas
My bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla
Walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters
I flip a lil' milli', I copped me a villa
Diamonds is silly, more ice than Vanilla
Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta
Walk in my section, you need an umbrella
Got this shit lit and we never gon' let up

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?
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English

I can make money fro-
I can make money fro-
I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (yeah, ho)
So much drive (yeah), so much drive (yeah)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass)
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass)

I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (sofa)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (chauffeur)
One day I'll be big, but I know I'm gettin' closer (closer)
Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra
The wo-, the world in my hands 'cause I took it off ya' shoulders (shoulders)
Marni on my fit, you know I got this shit from Lower (Lower)
I'm balling like Mike when you see him on the poster
Like Yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?

Ain't no beatin' me, I'm blessed in life
Money, dick, and dollar signs
Know you ain't gon' say it
Blow your top, let's see what's on your mind
Ex-nigga, let him go 'cause how you broke like every time?
Fifty on my chest, I got like forty on my panty-line
If he said I did him dirty, sorry, but I needed mine
Ain't doin' crimes, he gon' do it for me 'cause I'm super fine
Aunt Jemine, cookin' bitches up, I'm eatin' every time
Get on your grind, you bitches couldn't see me if you all combined, huh

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (yeah)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?

F*ck a new chain, I got a new house
Oh, that's your boo thang? She need a new mouth (yeah)
I flash the gold fangs, that's just my root canal
Every time I get dressed, I gotta move my bowels (shit on niggas, yeah, yeah)
No kizzy, ain't feelin' them niggas
My bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla
Walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters
I flip a lil' milli', I copped me a villa
Diamonds is silly, more ice than Vanilla
Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta
Walk in my section, you need an umbrella
Got this shit lit and we never gon' let up

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?
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Writer: A. Porterfield, Denzel Curry, Darold Durard Ferguson Brown Jr., D. Hill, Edgar Ferrera, Isaac John De Boni, Michael John Mule, Tia Corine Thompson-Shultz
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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