French Montana ft. Jack Harlow, Lil Durk - Hot Boy Bling Lyrics

(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)