Hot Boyz - Missy Elliott

This is for my ghetto motherfuckers

Uh hey

Are you really a hot boy

Oh check me What’s your name cause I’m impressed

Can you treat me good I won’t settle for less

You a hot boy a rock boy

A fun toy tote a glock boy

Where you live is it by yourself

Can I move wit’you do you need some help

I’ll cook boy I’ll give you more

I’ma fly girl and I like those

Hot boyz

Baby YOU got what I want

See yall be drivin’those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps

Nothin’cheaper wit’the Platinum Visa

Hot boyz

Baby YOU got what I want

See yall be drivin’Jaguars, and the Bentley’s, and the Rolls Royce

Playin’hardball wit’the Platinum Visa

Is that your car, the SK8

Are you ridin’alone, can I be your date

Come get me, get me Don’t dis me, don’t trick me I got some friends, can they come too

Can you hook em up wit’some boyz like you

A hot boy, a rock boy

A top boy, and I like those

Yo, I’ma dig in yo pockets

Dig in yo wallets

Money I’m foundin'

Yea you got my heart poundin'

You a hot boy, drive a drop boy

With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy

Don’t give me no reason

I know that you treatin', these diamonds I’m needin'

Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy

Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy

Hot boyz

Baby YOU got what I want

Won’t you really come and satisfy me I be lovin’you like instantly

Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh)

And the Bentley’s, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh)

Where you at (ooh ooh)

Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh)

And the Bentley’s, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh)

Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz)

Hot boyz

Hot boyz, I like 'em like that