Hot Boy Bling

(Welcome to 1st Class) (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Ayy, hmm, aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling, bling-bling) Hmm, aye-aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling, hmm) Hot boys in the building, ching-ching-ching, hmm (ayy) Mad bitch pull up, pull up, ting-ting-ting, hmm (ayy) Whole team full of captains (hmm), king, king, king (king) We the best in the game gon' put him in the ring, baby, ding-ding-ding (ding) Ball like Telfar Sebastian (Sebastian) Got a MILF, ain't worried in your caption (caption) Left the brown bag under the mattress (mattress) And the thing tucked, came through the back with it (ooh) Everybody rich, started from the trap with us (ooh) Shawty bad, might pick her, no cap with it (ooh) Ran it up, came back to the trap with it (trap) Twenty years in the game, still that nigga (han) Ayy, hmm, aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, aye-aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling) Yeah, that boy high (high) I'm the motherfucker that they try and boycott Heard you was speakin' on me, boy, stop (stop) Crank this song, she was like, "Oh, yeah" (yeah) French got big whips sittin' in the garage (ayy) Smells like money in the damn fort yard Got two pools and it got four yards Big ass trees, sequoias Fuckin' 'round with this, I'm sick for you (ooh) Range Rover was an Explorer (yeah) Remember them girls used to ignore us (ah) Now, she wanna be my Senora (ah) Is that your girl (girl)? Shit, sort of I got one in Georgia and Florida All she wanna do is hit Sephora French went and got another hit chorus Ayy, hmm, aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, aye-aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling) My first case was Juvie Hot Boy, nigga, like Juvey (yeah) 'Lotta bad bitch hand out coochie Ooh-wee, diamonds in the face be crushed up usually Pop a Percocet, turn to a dog, Scooby (yeah-yeah) You can tell a nigga if he real from his jewelry (yeah) Goggles from Gucci, my eyes look blurry Run up the check and I bribe the jury Hot boy bling-bling right out the Urus (yeah, yeah, yeah) Blow a bag, when I go to Paris, I'm a tourist Shot a video on your hood, no security (no security) Glock .23 but the clip on Curry (yeah) Got a lil' bitch from ATL Ask where's the cash like, "Durk, you hear me?" Run up that check, check, check, check Gun go get, get, get, get, yeah, yeah Ayy, hmm, aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, han Hot boy bling-bling-bling (yeah, bling) Hmm, aye-aye Hot boy bling-bling-bling (bling)