Hot Topic Lyrics

Why you keep fucking up the mood girl don't ask me shit

I was in the house tryna get on nasty shit

Used to hit you from the front ain't gotta ask me shit

Now it seem like all you ever do is ask me shit

But baby girl I say

If you ain't talking bout the money I skate

Treat you like you fast food have a nice day

All you do is ask about another bitch in my face

You'll tear this bitch down if you ain't have it your way

Is you gone be these other bitches gone show me different?

Is you gone cut a nigga short or you gone go the distance?

Why all these niggas act like opps like I don't know the difference?

I just drop a couple bands and I can get 'em missing

We can disappear tonight I'll show you I'm livin'

If you ask about the money it's touching the ceiling

If you ever did me wrong I could never forget it

I'm ducking the allegations I can barely hear it

You keep asking all these questions, I

I don't know what you want from me

Girl you

I been getting to the money worried bout another bitch girl I can't

Treat you like you fast food have a nice day

Ain't worried bout no opps imma have it my way

You the one I crush on every Wednesday

Don't worry bout the gossip they gone do that anyways

Aye you the type to leave him left if he don't act right

You be all up in the gym to keep that ass tight

Duck off for a couple summers get them racks right

I ain't clearing information get the facts right

Is you gone be just like the opps or you gone show me different

I ain't gotta keep a head count to know who missing

You start getting in my way and imma show you distance

You gone push me to the edge you don't know my limits

If the topic is some money you know that I get it

I can hit you from the back you know that I'm with it

We can blow a couple stacks you know it's no limit

I can take you to the back show you how I'm living

Why you bring up other bitches keep on asking shit

Why you don't never wanna chill and rub my back and shit

No you ain't like these other bitches you on classy shit

I can teach you something new put you on nasty shit

You keep asking all these questions, I

I don't know what you want from me

Girl you

I been getting to the money worried bout another bitch girl I can't

Treat you like you fast food have a nice day

Ain't worried bout no opps imma have it my way

You the one I crush on every Wednesday

Don't worry bout the gossip they gone do that anyways