Hottie (Feat. BabyFace Ray)

Ayy Cannot be your fantasy girl No, I can't be your fantasy girl Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Flo Milli] I can feel it in my body (Ooh) Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (Po' up) I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on) Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh) He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm) Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh) [Verse 1: Flo Milli] I took him on an odyssey (Oh) You was sleep on a bitch, you owe me an apology (Oh) And ain't nobody stoppin' me (Huh) Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin' you proud of me Lies, I know you feel it inside He said he hate when I play wit' his mind (Haha) Ah, I bet he love when I ride Just wait 'til I'm actually into the guy Take a pic' when I step off a jet (Ooh) Thought it was love, it ain't nothin' but sex (Hah) He fumble me, now that's somethin' to regret I ain't tryna leave 'til he cuttin' the check (Where the money at?) Doin' my thing, I'm in the jungle Stay in your lane (Your lane, ho), bitch, be humble Ain't with the gang, smoke it like fronto Ah, pimpin' these niggas, like, "Oh my God" Twenty-one, thick thighs, I'm a hottie (Yeah) Everything I do, these bitches copy (They do) If he packin', I might call him papi (Ooh) I be shittin' on hoes, it's a hobby And he doin' the most, tryna clock me Watch how I move but he know he can't stop me (Uh, uh, what?) If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (Money) Nigga ain't shit like he live in the potty [Chorus: Flo Milli] I can feel it in my body (Ooh) Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (Po' up) I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on) Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm cocky Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh) He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm) Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh) [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] Curve me at first but you feelin' me now Poppin' her shit, sexy lil' chocolate lil' bitch Hope it's cream fillin' inside (Yeah) Money uptight, you can get whatever you like Broke niggas killin' the vibe We on a cloud, say, "It feel like a dream" Well, baby, we livin' it now Twenty-two, new Benz, big body (Twenty-two, new Benz) Get you a bag 'cause you nice and you naughty (You bad) Got her ass fuckin', made her cum, feelin' godly (Go) Do it for the culture like '07 Carti Don't leave me, I'm the life of the party Detroit, baby, put ice in your Carti's Leave that nigga, that's right where we started (Yeah) Heavyweight nigga get light in the 'Rari (For real) [Chorus: Flo Milli] I can feel it in my body (Ooh) Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (Po' up) I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (Come on) Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm cocky Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (Uh) He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (Mm) Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (Oh) [Outro: Flo Milli] Get rid of your ass, get gone Film videos off my phone Lil' stupid ass nigga, I'm grown Got a new man, I think he catchin' on Get rid of your ass, get gone Get rid of your ass, get gone Get rid of your ass, get gone Get rid of your ass, get gone