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