Hottie
Flo Milli Lyrics
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Cannot be your fantasy girl
No, I can't be your fantasy girl
Yeah, yeah
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "make me"
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy
I took him on an odyssey (oh)
You was sleep on a bitch, you owe me an apology (oh)
And ain't nobody stoppin' me (huh)
Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin' you proud of me
Lies, I know you feel it inside
He said he hate when I play with his mind (haha)
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Just wait 'til I'm actually into the guy
Take a pic' when I step off the jet (ooh)
Thought it was love, it ain't nothin' but sex (haha)
He fumble me, then that's somethin' to regret
I ain't tryna leave 'til he cuttin' the check (where the money at?)
Doin' my thing, I'm in the jungle
Stay in your lane (your lane, ho), bitch, be humble
Ain't with the gang, smoke it like Fronto
Ah, pimpin' these niggas, like, "oh my God"
Twenty-one, thick thighs, I'm a hottie (yeah)
Everything I do, these bitches copy (they do)
If he packin', I might call him Papi (ooh)
I be shittin' on hoes, it's a hobby
And he doin' the most, tryna clock me
Watch how I move but he know he can't stop me (what?)
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (money)
Nigga ain't shit like he live in the potty
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "make me"
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (like the Navy)
Curve me at first but you feelin' me now
Poppin' her shit, sexy lil' chocolate lil' bitch
Hope it's cream fillin' inside
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Broke niggas killin' the vibe
We on a cloud, say, "it feel like a dream"
Well, baby, we livin' it now
Twenty-two, new Benz, big body (twenty-two, new Benz)
Get you a bag 'cause you nice and you naughty
Nine rounds fuckin', made her cum, feelin' godly
Do it for the culture like '07 Carti
Don't leave me, I'm the life of the party
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Cartis
Leave that nigga, that's right where we started (yeah)
Heavyweight nigga get light in the 'rari, for real
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "make me"
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (like the Navy)
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Them videos out my phone
Lil' stupid ass nigga, I'm grown
Got a new man, I think he catchin' on
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone (gone, gone, gone, gone, gone)
The lyrics to Flo Milli's song "Hottie" convey a sense of confidence and self-assuredness. The singer asserts that she cannot be anyone's fantasy girl, emphasizing the importance of her own self-worth and independence. The lyrics also touch upon themes of sexuality and assertiveness. Flo Milli describes feeling naughty and under the influence of liquor, suggesting a carefree and uninhibited attitude towards her own desires. She talks about meeting someone in the lobby, refusing to be kept waiting, and asserting her own dominance within the relationship. The lyrics also highlight her ability to challenge and confront her partner when necessary, expressing her freedom to express herself daily and not allowing herself to be silenced. Flo Milli further mentions her own success and rising above those who once doubted her, emphasizing her own personal growth and accomplishments.
Line by Line Meaning
Ay
Hey
Cannot be your fantasy girl
I cannot fulfill your fantasies
No, I can't be your fantasy girl
No, I cannot be the girl of your dreams
Yeah, yeah
Yes, yes
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
I can sense it in my physical being
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
Wow, alcohol is making me feel mischievous
I tell him, "meet me in the lobby" (come on)
I instruct him to meet me in the lobby
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Don't make me wait, I'm self-assured
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
Insane, I curse at him every day
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "make me"
He's trying to silence me, but I challenge him
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
Unreliable, I don't respond to texts when I'm in a bad mood
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy
My partner always carries a gun, like the Navy
I took him on an odyssey (oh)
I took him on a journey
You was sleep on a bitch, you owe me an apology (oh)
You underestimated me, now you owe me an apology
And ain't nobody stoppin' me (huh)
And nobody can prevent me from succeeding
Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin' you proud of me
You used to criticize me, now you're claiming to be proud of me
Lies, I know you feel it inside
Your words are lies, I know you feel envy deep down
He said he hate when I play with his mind (haha)
He claims he dislikes when I manipulate him mentally
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Ah, I'm sure he enjoys when I take control
Just wait 'til I'm actually into the guy
Just wait until I genuinely develop feelings for someone
Take a pic' when I step off the jet (ooh)
Capture a photo of me as I disembark from the private jet
Thought it was love, it ain't nothin' but sex (haha)
I thought it was a romantic connection, but it's only about physical intimacy
He fumble me, then that's somethin' to regret
If he mishandles our relationship, he will regret it
I ain't tryna leave 'til he cuttin' the check (where the money at?)
I won't abandon him until he pays me (where's the money?)
Doin' my thing, I'm in the jungle
I'm pursuing my goals, embracing the challenging environment
Stay in your lane (your lane, ho), bitch, be humble
Mind your own business and show some humility
Ain't with the gang, smoke it like Fronto
I'm not involved in the group, but I smoke like a traditionalist
Ah, pimpin' these niggas, like, "oh my God"
Ah, I'm manipulating these guys, like, "oh my God"
Twenty-one, thick thighs, I'm a hottie (yeah)
At the age of twenty-one, I have curvy thighs and I'm attractive
Everything I do, these bitches copy (they do)
Other women imitate everything I do
If he packin', I might call him Papi (ooh)
If he's well-endowed, I might call him Papi
I be shittin' on hoes, it's a hobby
I constantly belittle and outperform inferior women, it's a hobby
And he doin' the most, tryna clock me
And he's trying too hard to keep track of me
Watch how I move but he know he can't stop me (what?)
Observe my actions, but he knows he can't hinder my progress
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (money)
If he's wealthy, then we're like Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown (focused on money)
Nigga ain't shit like he live in the potty
He's an insignificant man, as if he resides in a toilet
Curve me at first but you feelin' me now
Initially rejected me, but now you're starting to like me
Poppin' her shit, sexy lil' chocolate lil' bitch
Confidently expressing herself, she's a seductive and attractive woman
Hope it's cream fillin' inside
Hopefully, there's pleasure and satisfaction inside
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Money talks, you can have anything you desire
Broke niggas killin' the vibe
Financially struggling men are ruining the atmosphere
We on a cloud, say, "it feel like a dream"
We're on cloud nine, saying it feels like a dream
Well, baby, we livin' it now
Well, darling, we're currently experiencing it
Twenty-two, new Benz, big body (twenty-two, new Benz)
At the age of twenty-two, driving a new, spacious Mercedes-Benz
Get you a bag 'cause you nice and you naughty
Secure a bag (money) because you're both kind and mischievous
Nine rounds fuckin', made her cum, feelin' godly
Engaging in sexual activity for nine rounds, making her orgasm, feeling divine
Do it for the culture like '07 Carti
Doing it for the sake of the culture, like Carti in 2007
Don't leave me, I'm the life of the party
Don't abandon me, because I bring life and excitement to any gathering
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Cartis
Representing Detroit, add diamonds to your Cartier jewelry
Leave that nigga, that's right where we started (yeah)
Abandon that man, we're exactly where we began (single)
Heavyweight nigga get light in the 'rari, for real
Physically strong man becomes carefree and lighthearted while driving a Ferrari, seriously
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Remove yourself from my presence, go away
Them videos out my phone
Those explicit videos are deleted from my phone
Lil' stupid ass nigga, I'm grown
You foolish man, I am an adult
Got a new man, I think he catchin' on
I have a new partner, and I believe he's starting to understand
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Eliminate yourself from my life, disappear
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of yourself, leave
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Remove yourself from my presence, go away
Get rid of your ass, get gone (gone, gone, gone, gone, gone)
Get rid of yourself, leave (repeated)
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Andre Carnell Robertson, Carlton Mahone Jr., Derelle Rideout, Marcellus Register, Maurice Thaddeus Williams, Tamia Carter, Teddy Riley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@amberlynmnguyen
Ayy
Cannot be your fantasy girl
No, I can't be your fantasy girl
Yeah, yeah
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waitin', boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (oh)
I took him on an odyssey (oh)
You was sleep on a bitch, you owe me an apology (oh)
And ain't nobody stoppin' me (huh)
Used to hate on the jit, now you claimin' you proud of me
Lies, I know you feel it inside
He said he hate when I play wit' his mind (haha)
Ah, I bet he love when I ride
Just wait 'til I'm actually into the guy
Take a pic' when I step off a jet (ooh)
Thought it was love, it ain't nothin' but sex (hah)
He fumble me, now that's somethin' to regret
I ain't tryna leave 'til he cuttin' the check (where the money at?)
Doin' my thing, I'm in the jungle
Stay in your lane (your lane, ho), bitch, be humble
Ain't with the gang, smoke it like fronto
Ah, pimpin' these niggas, like, "Oh, my God"
21, thick thighs, I'm a hottie (yeah)
Everything I do, these bitches copy (they do)
If he packin', I might call him papi (ooh)
I be shittin' on hoes, it's a hobby
And he doin' the most, tryna clock me
Watch how I move, but he know he can't stop me (uh, uh, what?)
If he rich, then we Whitney and Bobby (money)
Nigga ain't shit like he live in the potty
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (oh)
Curve me at first, but you feelin' me now
Poppin' her shit, sexy lil' chocolate lil' bitch
Hope it's cream fillin' inside (yeah)
Money uptight, you can get whatever you like
Broke niggas killin' the vibe
We on a cloud, say, "It feel like a dream"
Well, baby, we livin' it now
22, new Benz, big body (22, new Benz)
Get you a bag 'cause you nice and you naughty (you bad)
Got her ass fuckin', made her cum, feelin' godly (go)
Do it for the culture like '07 Carti
Don't leave me, I'm the life of the party
Detroit, baby, put ice in your Carti's
Leave that nigga, that's right where we started (yeah)
Heavyweight nigga get light in the 'Rari (for real)
I can feel it in my body (ooh)
Damn, the liquor got me feelin' naughty (po' up)
I tell him, "Meet me in the lobby" (come on)
Don't have me waiting, boy, I'm cocky
Crazy, I cuss him out on a daily (uh)
He tryna shut me up, I tell him, "Make me" (mm)
Flaky, I don't text back if I'm cranky
My nigga stay with that heat like the Navy (oh)
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Film videos off my phone
Lil' stupid-ass nigga, I'm grown
Got a new man, I think he catchin' on
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
Get rid of your ass, get gone
@Sza4L
THIS FUCKING BEAT YALL ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉ
@yuhtrendz4887
definitely
@RelleRelly
Thank yall
@ksnndnfr6101
This song is getting slept on, seriously deserves more attention fr
@Therealissa98
I agree
@courtscarnival9683
OH this makes me feel like a sexy chocolate fairy cruising in a drop top with my girls
@Mzkhalifa259
Exactly
@mstrmalachite3399
Exactly
@jamesminer7398
Oh girl this song is an EAR WORM. Just one listen and its stuck in my head
@vrotdugi5688
took the words right out of my mind lmao