[Intro: B.G.]
What's up man?
These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?
Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time
We got these ol' bitch ass n***as scared
Look here

[Verse 1: B.G.]
Luxury cars on chrome, I play that
Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that
Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that
My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that
Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I'ma take that
Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that
Cash Money I don't think y'all n***as could really faze that
Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that
Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that
N***a give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that
I'ma man and if it's my charge, I gotta take that
Mouth off yo brains and I'ma have to waste that
K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that
I'm so large, I gotta phone, the feds can't trace that
You gotta respect I'ma fool, how you love that?

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
"Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"Please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
"Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"Please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
[Verse 2: B.G.]
N***a, my click raw, play it us we blow shit
We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch
We take situations far, we don't play no games bitch
We pull on side the car, pullout the K's and spray shit
We on another level you stuck on the same shit
CMB came through now we done rearranged shit
We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't shit
Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come up Valence & Magnolia, bitch
We don't wear the suits, we wear tee's, buads and reez
We drink absolute, got baguettes on our rollies
Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes
I don't know what make you think you could fuck wit B.G
Not in a million years, you could come and top this
I wonder who goin' do my beats, Fresh rock shit
Give him five or ten minutes, he goin' drop a hot hit
Fuck that other n***a, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
"Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"Please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
"Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"Please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
[Verse 3: B.G.]
These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama
No way you goin' run, try to hide, we goin' find ya
I you forgot it's my job to remind ya
We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
I don't give a fuck, I bruise n***a
If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools n***a
Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'
Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do'
Lexus coupe with the combat boots on
Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on
N***as goin' bleed
You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous
Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers
We busting our bang, that's off top we trill
We don't fuck with the lame, we all real
And we about our motherfucking change
We do or die for life
We represent to the fullest, and we ride at night

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
"Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"Please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
"Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"Please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
"Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
"Please, somebody"
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as hollin'
"Helllllllp"
Got them bitch n***as screamin'
[Outro: B.G.]
It's like that, ya heard me?
These ol' bitch ass n***as need help right now
They scared, man, we don' fucked shit up, ya heard me?
Just like that, man, now everybody wan' be Hot Boy$
But n***as know who the original Hot Boy$ is
Ya heard me?
It ain't no secret
Them Cash Money millionaires, man, that's the motherfuckin' real, original, Hot Boy$
Everybody wan' be Hot Boy$
Boy that's cold, that's sorry
N***as know they sorry for that too
But it's all gravy
Ain't trippin', ya heard me?
We layin' it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get your own shit, man, how you gon' try to run with our shit?
We-we put this shit together
We the originators
Yeah
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy$