Hot Boy Bling Songtext
von French Montana

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