[Lyric] Make It Hot (Rufus Blaq)

[Intro]
Put your love signs in the air
Spread love
A to the M-B-U-S-H
What we do? Feed on platinum plates
Feed on platinum plates

[Verse 1: Rufus Blaq]
Yo, a-yo, yo, yo
When you're hot you're hot, when you're warm you flop
I'm the cat that's impossible to drop
And I rock parties on a global scale
Ghetto to ghetto, everybody know me well
So I roll with a clique that's thick like Big Lez
And my shit hits you hard like Chavez
I stay laced, no matter the damn weather
Jewels to match my baby lamb's leather
Keep mademoiselle in classic Chanel
Gator napsack, 'cause I trick well
Work the dick well
Hustle the quick mail
Sitting back smiling as the hits sell
Cats useless like a key of flour
Playa-hatin' on mine when they feel the power
C'est la vie, everyday is still payday
You a slab of pork, I'm a swordfish filet
[Hook]
We just want to make it hot
Getting cream and win
Steady rising to the top
We just want to make it hot, my crew baby
We ain't never gonna stop

[Verse 2: Big Chad]
I'm Big Chad jiggy
I got the finest on my dime list
And I keep a Breitling on my wrist
Try this it will get you more
And it's sick how the tune kicks shore to shore
Now my crib got jacuz and marble floors
With the gold faucet and the royal doors
Get yours, it's all about the game and I got that
I can lace any artist with a hot track
And it's not Bad Boy, ya got that
Ambush, we got what you like
Me and Blaq, nonstop on the rise
When the plan was devised
Split the pies

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rufus Blaq]
When it comes to flow, I'm a sick cat
And the platinum plaque, I'ma get that
And the chick from the Spice Girls, I'ma hit that
Stay on top, fall off, forget that
I walk the streets everyday like a runway
Trying to get paid, I ain't with the gunplay
I'm about cutting the pie
Get the money yall, it ain't nothing to try
I was getting mine before I let the world know me
Chicks cry on me that look like Naiomi
B to the L ah, A to the Q ah
And these Ambush cats will run right through ya
[Hook]