Songtexte Hotspot - QUESO TONE

Need a wedding band 'cause I'm newlywedded
Married to the game that's wifey
Chasing bands, not drums
And nah it ain't sprained, but I want the wrist icy
Genuine, I keep it too real
That's why half y'all niggas don't like me
Like a vampire, bitch bite me
Bitch, come for the QT that's pricey
I'm trying to ball on hams like Cade
Throwing bands like I'm at Ace of Spades
Can't get too close, 'cause I like my space
I'm social distancing from that hate
I don't fuck with y'all, 'cause y'all fake
Showing all fake love, said Drake
Can't be in my feels, I need bills like Tray
That's what I'm on, money sing like Trey
Yuh
Young popstar, I really pop shit
All eyes on me, on my Pac shit
I don't like to argue, meet the block list
People like to plot behind your back
They be huddled up on some jock shit
Well it's going down, on some Joc shit
When I pull up, bitch I drop shit
Getting this money, man that's up par
Want the brand new Bentley, put it in park
I don't really care about your remarks when I perform
'Cause bitch I'm a star
Byrd Media, that's my spot
That's the new connect like a hotspot
Succeed or fail, I can promise you
That I'm always aiming for the top spot

Hotspot, hotspot
Young pop star, I really pop shit
Hotspot, hotspot
Pull up, bitch I drop shit
Hotspot, hotspot
Byrd Media that's my spot
That's the new connect like a hotspot

Bitch I'm bad like Michael Jack
And I ain't never ever been a copy cat
So copy that
The way I'm skating to the money
I'm chasing a Hockey stack
Short hair, don't care
Might be balding, but I'm balling like Spaulding
Hating on the net, you need a new plan
Get to the board, get to drawing
I'm a rapper and I sing too
Make a trap anthem and a love song
Entrepreneur and producer
Want the account fat and the money long
Got businesses, man tap in
Signature Apparel really swagging strong
New hoodie with the new J's guarantee his girlfriend want the shlong
From AM to the PM chase bands on top of bands
Not talking A&M I want the money to expand
You was trying to play me, boy you deserve the hands
Don't need a fake friend, I'm making that money withstand
I don't really care 'bout you and your mans
I'm focused on getting the money, I chase bands
I said the shit before, so I'll say it again
Your main haters be lowkey fans