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(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