FRENCH MONTANA – HOT BOY BLING LYRICS | JACK HARLOW & LIL DRUNK
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Oh, lord, Jetson made another one
Ayy, mm, I 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 (Ayy)
Bad bitch pull up (Pull up)
Ting-ting-ting, mm (Ayy)
Whole team full of captains (Mm)
King, king, king (King)
We the best in the game, go and put him in the ring, baby
Ding-ding-ding (Ding)
Ball like Telfair, Sebastian (‘Bastian)
Got a ‘mil for every word in your caption (Caption)
I left them brown bag under the mattress (Mattress)
Got 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 (Mm)
Run it up, came back to the trap with it (Trap)
20 years in the game, still that nigga (Hah)
Ayy, mm, I 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 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
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)
Remember them girls used to ignore us
Now, she wanna be my señora
Is that your girl? (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
Ayy, mm, I 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 ride the Urus
Blow a bag, when I go to Paris, I’m a tourist
Shot a video on your hood, no security
Glock twenty-three with a clip on Curry
Got a lil’ bitch from ATL
Ass for some cash like, “Durk, you hear me?”
Run up that check, check, check, check
Go and go get, get, get, get, yeah, yeah
Ayy, mm, I 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)
