Too Hot Lyrics - Guess Who's Back? - 50 Cent

That bitch there a door knob, nigga, we all get a turn 

Fuck you catching feelings for? I mean when your ass'll learn? 

That pussy community, community 

While you be all in her DM, nigga 

I'll be all in that BM with her 

You be all in your feelings 'bout it 

Like when I see him I'mma kill this nigga 

I'm on three-way like, "you hear this nigga?" 

I should take the bitch back and clip the nigga 

Pussy make him not pay attention 

You punk bitch go with this nigga 

I throw bands, bitch, these hoes love me 

I fuck a bad bitch 'till she ugly 

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Put the pussy in recovery 

I'm like, "now what you think of me?" 

Niggas goin' out just to talk to these hoes 

Blowin' big bankrolls on clothes 

Now they wonder where the money at 

Yeah, the motherfucking money that they had from the re-up gone 

I don't do no stalkin' 

I don't cuff no hoes, tell a bitch keep walkin' 

I don't do much talkin' 

Right know I'm flossin', I do this often 

Gotta flex on a bitch 

Tag team, I got next on a bitch (I got next) 

I ain't stressing a bitch 

But every now and then I blow a check on a bitch 

Drop that ho back off in her hood, I'm too rich for the bitch 

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch 

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Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch 

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch 

Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it 

Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah 

Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it 

Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah 

Shawty playin', she lame for that 

She ain't have to put a nigga name in that 

Beefin' over these bitches, not me 

Nah, nigga, I ain't came for that 

We don't talk to no pillows, nigga 

We brought all these bitches with us 

You act like you got all the hoes 

But all I see is niggas with you 

She don't like it when you pullin' on her 

She like me, I'm pullin' up 

I act like I don't want her 

You act like you can't get enough 

That bitch there like dopeboys 

If you got money she goin' for it 

I drink that hoe, her head so good 

She gon' have you there like, "oh lawd" 

All this time you ain't on 

I done bought her shit you can't afford 

She take pictures with your money 

But you tell her she can't do it 

All you niggas don't panic 

I'm just tryna understand it 

I must take these hoes for granted 

Or you niggas just so romantic 

Drop that ho back off in her hood, I'm too rich for the bitch 

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch 

Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch 

I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch 

Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it 

Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah 

Now do it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it 

Do it, baby, do it, yeah yeah