Chorus/Intro: Woman    "So hot.. I'm burnin up" (4X)    [J. Mega]  Who got ya? With flows like aqua  Mega ?? sit the imposter, bound to prosper   Hits we got a lot-a, sippin on straight vodka, puffin chaka  Lust to conquer, nigga, I'ma monster  Call me Ontra for short, I'm confident  As far as this, nice no arguments  Rock garments, raw contents  Its obvious, we about to cop cars from this  Rock continents, money over margin and the consequence  Niggas never starve again, its marvelous  Be a heart-throb with chicks  The drama shit, y'all niggas hate  But I'ma do my thing, to beat fate  Ten-room joint, leave your name at the gate  Gold brunches at one G a plate    Chorus    [Greg Valentine]  Yo; I'm on the rise like hot air  It don't stop there, so popular I glare  Hoes stop to stare, they volunteer  To come out of their underwear   For this debonair, nigga with millionaire flair  Are you through fuckin with them lame-ass queers?  Ya need for a true baller severe  In my wardrobe, there's Cartier  Pierre Cardans on my Cardigans  Black sedans, in the summer the sports coupe  Master plan for a brother to score loot  Goin all out pursuit for a house on the hill  I conjure up a thousand ways to make me a mill  I don't give a fuck if time sits still, I keep strivin  European cars I'm drivin  Top of the line shit, six V-12's and better  My people got their shit together, lets get this cheddar    Chorus    [J. Mega]  B-K baby, all the way baby  Mixin Hennesey with the Alizay baby  G.V. baby, Larry, baby. Don't swing the air thing, gravy, baby  For instincts, every joint gainin interest  From the entrance, we came different  Now every whip come with gloss, fully tinted  Went from wishes to paid expenses  Six digits, the way we roll tremendous  Sip Guinness, Brooklyn dukes, no gimics  Just vintage rap shit, beyond the limits  Lips splendid, money comes I spend it  You want in, dukes? I got you in a minute    [Greg Valentine]  Yo, yo; we some slick talkin, New Yorkin  Quick walkin, chicks hawkin, pumpin our's in they walkmans  Often, sex women in the loft and show them hoes whose boss  And pussy scorchin; flossin, like fight night in Vegas  Ice sparklin like Sammy Davis  Some praise us, others player-hate us  Jealous niggas, the hell with you niggas    Chorus