This Is Why I'm Hot [Remix]

[Chorus] This is why I'm hot This is why I'm hot This is why This is why, uh This is why I'm hot (uh) This is why I'm hot This is why I'm hot, woo This is why This is why This is why I'm hot I'm hot 'cause I'm fly (fly) You ain't 'cause you're not (Mims) This is why This is why This is why I'm hot This is why I'm hot This is why I'm hot I don't gotta rap I can sell a mill, sell you nothing on the track I represent New York I got it on my back And they say that we lost it So I'm a bring it back I love the dirty, dirty 'Cause niggas show me love The ladies start to bounce As soon as I hit the club But in the Midwest They love to take it slow So when I hit the H I watch you get it on the floor And if you needed hyphy I take it to the bay Frisco to Sac town They do it e'ryday Compton to Hollywood As soon as I hit L.A. I'm in that low, low I do it the Cali way And when I hit the Chi People say that I'm fly They like the way I dress, they like (they like my) my attire Move crowds from side to side They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply [Chorus] This is why I'm hot Catch me on the block Every other day Another bitch, another drop Sixteen bars, twenty-four pop Forty-four songs, nigga, gimme what you got I'm in there driving cars Push them off the lot I'm into shutting stores down so I can shop If you need a bird, I can get it chopped Tell me what you need; you know I get 'em by the flock I call my homey black; meet me on the ave I hit Wash heights with the money in the bag We into big spinners See my pimping never dragged Find me with different women that you niggas never had For those who say they know me know I'm focused on my cream Playa, you come between; you'd better focus on the beam I keep it so feen the way you see me lean And when I say I'm hot, my nigga, this is what I mean [Chorus] This is why I'm hot Shorty see the drop Ask me what I paid, and I say, "yeah, I paid a quap" And then I hit the switch that take away the top So chicks around the way - they call me cream of the crop They hop in the car I tell them all about We hit the studio; they say they like the way I record I gave you black train, and I did you wrong So every time I see them, and they tell me that's their song They say I'm the bomb They love the way the charm hanging from the neck And compliments the arm which compliments the ear, then comes the gear So when I hit the room, the shorties stop and stare Then niggas start to hate, rearrange their face Little do they know I keep them things by waist side I reply, "nobody gotta die" Similar to Lil' Wiz 'cause I got the fire [Chorus]