Lyrics

[Intro] Madda Some idiot boy dere You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool The boy's about to break some news All the numbers are final, no t-shirts, no vinylY'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real And that's the truth Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne, I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight Ayy [Verse 1] Girls from Atlanta call me Santa Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya? You know I love you so much I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us Triple S was really to show you my love And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up But now I gotta send it up [Chorus] YеahThey was like, "Go blow the dust off your plaquеsGo blow the dust off your plaques" What was the year that they say you had slaps?'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that I don't remember one word in your rapsI don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's go Yeah I am, I am, I am [Verse 2] An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeahSamuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser I'm with the mob at Graycliff, twenty cigars and they fuckin' my eyes up I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ayy If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up [Chorus] Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?Go blow the dust off your plaquesWhat was the year that they say you had slaps?'Cause I don't remember it goin' like thatI don't remember nothin' 'bout them rapsI don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's goAyyI am, I am, I am [Verse 3] A BTC crypto big-timer I'm a corporate-America hit survivor Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked-up guy, though Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks I heard your brother got flipped, did it sloppy, so that wasn't our work Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got him, just wait 'til it's our turn, ayy [Chorus] Go blow the dust off your plaquesGo blow the dust off your plaquesWhat was the year that they say you had slaps?'Cause I don't remember it goin' like thatI don't remember one word in your rapsI don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracksLet's goYeahI am, I am, I am