Song Description

Hip-Hop/ Dance Hall/ Techno/ New Orleans Bounce Music.

Lyrics

Verse 1
I'm a playa, paper chaser,
make ya shake ya, money maker.

Freestylin', buck wildin',
my number yo girl keeps dialin'.

Give me a call girl, catch a wall girl,
got money to burn-- born to ball girl.

We can paint the town in my drop-top,
spend cash and crash all the hot spots.

I know ya boyfriend will try to hate me,
but what has he done for you lately?

He's a wanna be, I'm the real deal,
slingin' more wood than a lumber mill.

Girl I gots this, I'm a sho' thang,
aint no thang. Showin' no shame,

when ya up in the club and I'm lovin' that.
I'm a baller so twerk for a Cadillac,

or a navi', it's all cavi,
or a Benzo, on Lorenzo's

Quit ya job 'cause you got a new gig,
as one of the half naked maids at my crib.

So hold-up when I roll-up,
with a bank roll too fat to fold up.

I just can't stop, just won't stop,
I've this here on lock,
and its Red Hot!

Bridge:

What ya say now? come closer,
take a ride in my Testarossa.

Bend it over, bust it open,
like Clarance Carter I'm strokin'

It's workin', keep twerkin'
you and ya girl are big fine for certain.

Let me holla, can I get with it?
girl ya sick with it, can you tick with it?

But soon after, I'm gon' snatch ya,
Ya got a thong on? girl look at ya!

Ya man pinnin' ya down like a grappler?
then flip the script like a spatula.

Start creepin' on the weekend,
ya been hiding, I been seeking.

I just can't stop, just won't stop,
I've got this here on lock,
and it's Red Hot!