[Intro]
(This is for all the people who said I'm no—)
I'm gettin' hot, I'm for real bro, sweatin' and shit, I'm bothered
I was—I was in the airfryer or the microwave (Ha ha ha)
[Verse 1]
This life here, I'm a vibe pioneer
Flight to Budapest, private jet lear
Message me at the tone, gettin' dome, hard to steer
Fucking in the mirror, she be wearing mickey ears
I'm a double entendre, King Kong conqueror
Slide on the beat like Jesus on water
Since I was a niño, swear my life bonkers
Top hat swag, velvet jacket, Willy Wonka
(Boy he hot)
[Chorus]
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumpin', John Kennedy
(Boy he hot)
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid went pop, now the wrist got vanity
(Boy he hot)
I don't think y'all understanding me
Three car garage, four cars, a calamity
No caveats, at the restaurant casually
New Kids Bop, new rich identity
[Bridge]
Put it on the pinky ring
Ladies say, "gotdamn"
Pause on the gemstones
Jim Jones, robbed em'
Rolled and I slipped blows
Rose outta Gotham
Hoes and the nymphos
Oh man I got them
[Verse 2]
Boogy to the beat
Lil' buddy lend a ear
Liquor before beer
Baby bubba then you're clear
You could have it all
A Givenchy chandelier
Live a hundred years, if you never live in fear
(Boy he hot)
[Chorus]
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumpin', John Kennedy
(Boy he hot)
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid went pop, now the wrist got vanity
(Boy he hot)
I don't think y'all understanding me
Three car garage, four cars, a calamity
No caveats, at the restaurant casually
New Kids Bop, new rich identity
[Verse 3]
Doug Dimmadome
Went and bought an El Camino
Used to know a chump, got wrapped by the prenup
Know a couple chaps, got wrapped by a female
Me I can't do that, get back, no subpoenas
Got a bubba on my wrist, it look sick when I'm at the keynote
No Adidas on my feet, no no never no NMD ho
No opinions, nah uh
We know we on the way to the final
I do keto, get aminos, I'm built like a superhero
Dom Pérignon please, I'm dining at Francine
A couple of more drinks, they taking my car keys
Like Jesus, I don't need respect, just believers
Long as in the end they spend 10 on a t-shirt
One little bitch, I'm doing it full time
Two needa rinse, I'm covered in court fines
Three with the clique, a fit, and some pork rinds
Four in the mix, we gettin' lit, oh God
(Boy he hot)
[Chorus]
But I haven't sweat in centuries
D'usse shots, blood pumpin', John Kennedy
(Boy he hot)
Big bag don't be mad at me
Kid went pop, now the wrist got vanity
(Boy he hot)
I don't think y'all understanding me
Three car garage, four cars, a calamity
No caveats, at the restaurant casually
New Kids Bop, new rich identity