Lil Chief Dinero
Hottest In The City (real lyrics)
(Verse 1 Lil Chief Dinero)

Who fucking with me? N***as know we the hottest in the city
Me and JP in the foreign and we keep the semi
30 shots, 50 shots for whoever near me
Close range, D-Thang flip him like a penny
Taking n***as out like we going to Denny's
Bronem going crazy in the cut
Then we flaming shit up like Mane in the dutch

(Verse 2 JP Armani)

Fuck Fame? No bitch this is Fendi
Racing to the money ain't nobody near me
Smoking loud can't nobody hear me
No chasing, I woulda got the Remi
Freak hoes want us to put up on they rent
Cuzz they know we the hottest in the city
Designer all up, when we pull up all the bitches wanna fuck

(Verse 3 Lil Chief Dinero)

They like "Damn Nero, you getting hot, slow down on this shit 'fore you fall out"
But I'm cooling on the block, toting Glocks with gang
Get shot, acting funny we giving checks out

(Verse 4 JP Armani)

I'm plenty hot, with these timbs on ill stomp a n***a
Free BossCat when I get the money get a new Mac and be slumpin n***as
I'm with 4-0, and 2 hoes and you know they eatin
Where the fucking water? I can flip a ticket
Location on ain't nobody near me
Off hella lean bet nobody trippin
Turnt off the Scottie so they say I'm trippin
That's just the demon in me
Pull on Exchange with some demons with me
If the block crowded, we gone leave it empty

(Verse 5 Lil Chief Dinero)

I don't know why they be testing me like I don't got killers blow Macs with me
Got a brother name 40 he a maniac In broad day he'll kill you on Jackson St
Cuz we show no mercy, snatch him up n take his brains on a journey
I was raised with them robbers, them killers, them drug dealers, Free that jackboy Murda

(Verse 6 JP Armani)

Try me catch a murder, spend shit they never heard of
Got bread? I got my toaster. Make u freeze up like a poster
And that's real shit. The block hot cuz we on that, n***as tracks hot cuz we on that
Fuck that, tracks hot because bodies drop. Free Chief Moe he be on that

(Verse 7 Lil Chief Dinero)

Me and Bro on the track we going crazy, we gone show we the hottest in the city
This the beginning, when we take over next video we gone be driving the Bentley

(Verse 8 JP Armani)

While we drive in the Bentley, hating n***as riding Honda's and Sentrys
N***as say we the hottest in the city, but I'm thinking hottest of the century
But hold up, let me roll up
If I pull up, I got the pole tucked
We do walk-ups, we do pull-ups, have shooters on yo ass like a Pull-up
Cuzz we don't fuck with n***as like the ku Klux
Still give a n***a the flu flexin
Started from the bottom but I came up
12 snatched me up I didn't say nun

(Verse 9 Lil Chief Dinero)

I'm counting 100s and 50s riding with 100s and 50s
Birches they dying to lick me, after she lick me
JP gone pass her to Mickey
AD he love shooting semis, That's why the opps be scared we be having em sleepin
12 come we act like we speechless, we don't know shit
But we know we be leaving em stinkin, somewhere bodies leakin