Hot Boy Bling (feat. Jack Harlow & Lil Durk)

Welcome to first class
 (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
 Ayy, mm, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (huh)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (mm)
 Mm, ayy, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling (mm)
 Hot boys in the building, ching-ching-ching, mm
 Bad bitch pull up, pull up, ting-ting-ting, mm
 Whole team full of captains, king, king, king, king
 We the best in the game, put him in the ring, baby, ding-ding-ding, ding
 Ball like Telfair, Sebastian
 Got a mill' for every word in your caption (caption)
 Left a brown bag under the mattress (mattress)
 Got the thing tucked, came through the back with it
 Everybody rich, started from the trap with us (ooh)
 Shawty bad, my pickle, no cap with it (mm)
 Run it up, came back to the trap with it (trap)
 20 years in the game, still that nigga (hah)
 Mm, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, ayy, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Yeah, that boy high (high)
 I'm that motherfucker that they try to boycott
 Heard you was speakin' on me, boy, stop (stop)
 Crank this song, she was like "Oh, yeah"
 French got big whip sittin' in the garage
 Smells like money in the damn foyer
 Got two pools and it got four yards
 Big ass trees, sequoias
 Fuckin' around with us, I'm sick for you (ooh)
 Range Rover, wasn't Explorer (yeah)
 'Member them girls used to ignore us
 Now, she wanna be my señora
 Is that your girl? Shit, sort of
 I got one in Georgia, in Florida
 All she wanna do is hit Sephora
 French went and got another hit chorus
 Mm, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, ayy, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 My first case was juvie
 Hot boy nigga like Juve (yeah)
 Love a bad bitch hand out coochie
 Ooh-wee, diamonds in the face be crushed up usually
 Pop a Percocet, turn to a dog, Scooby
 You can tell a nigga if he real from his jewelry
 Goggles from Gucci, my eyes is blurry
 Run up the check and I bribe the jury
 Hot boy bling-bling right out the Urus
 Blow a bag, when I go to Paris, I'm a tourist
 Shot a video on your hood, no security
 Glock 23 with a clip-on Curry
 Got a lil' bitch from ATL
 Ask where's your cash, like "Durk, you hear me?"
 Run up that check, check, check, check
 Gun go, get, get, get, get, yeah, yeah
 Mm, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, hah, hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah)
 Mm, ayy, ayy, hot boy bling-bling-bling