Kid Ink - Like a Hott Boyy (Polish Translation) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Metro Boomin' wants some more n*gga

[Hook: Kid Ink & Young Thug]
I just pull up to the spot boy
Like I'm fresh up off the lot boy
n*ggas say I do a lot boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boyy
Stop thinking you the man, cause you not boy
You be looking like them cops boy
See you b*tch and I bet she getting copped boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boyy

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Big time, big time, I'm feeling fresh as Mannie
Ever since I told them b*tches put aside your panties
Show me somethin', it' ain't nothin' but a couple grams
Sippin' on this champagne, smack her with my other hand boy
I just pull up on the scene and never seen sh*t
But I still feel like a bum
Cause ain't no place and ain't no ceiling in here
Side n*ggas hating b*tches blocking like Kareem and him
Rolling with this n*gga here, everything you dream is real
Please believe me we do this sh*t for no reason
Baby welcome to the fast life, switch gears now I'm spinnin'
In my lane, Ruff Rydin' like the LOX boy
Stop drop, shut 'em down, open up shop boy
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Hunnids, fifties, I just flip 'em every mornin'
Like they pancakes in the kitchen
See me dripping, see me pourin'
Cut the gas then I floor it, pull up to the spot
They aiming for the target, I'm Kennedy in the drop

[Verse 3: Bricc Baby sh*tro]
Everybody get your roll on, smash smash n*gga
Cash money, cash money, talkin' fast fast b*tch
Guerilla warfare but Juveniles gon' smash n*gga
Pull up to the spot with 200 on the dash, damn
The AP done nearly broke my wrist
I whip it fast, whip it fast, I gave my wrist a ticket
When you hear that "brrr brrr", know I got no chickens
I took some bands on your head and then you leave my hood

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Young Thug (Kid Ink)]
Cash money, Young gettin' that cash money
Supercharger on the 'Vette now I look like a crash dummy
$50,000 on a Porsche, she ain't said nothin'
Hey, yeah n*gga I became a breadwinner
I've never said nothing for the fetty, can I rub ya?
Foreign shoes they give me bunions

I blowin' O's like a Funyun
ABC, all 'bout c*mmin'
(n*gga cannot act tough, know he not boy
You my target, with a dot on your eye boy)
I'ma buy, I'm not leasing it
I throw my di*k gon' feature it
I'm in Memphis, no Bleek, lil b*tch
Have her, I don't wan' keep the b*tch
I'm screaming attack gang
And I got birds you know the rest man, Batgang
[Hook]