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Hot boy, nigga, ya heard me

Yeah, hot, ya heard me

Hot, hot, hot boy

Young Nola

Money, music, murder

Yeah, yeah, look

Young Nola got a redbone and she kinda curvy

Riding in the maybach, top down with the Birkin

I'ma go and get that money while y'all niggas steady lurking

Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurtin

Young Nola got a redbone and she kinda curvy

Riding in the maybach, top down with the Birkin

I'ma go and get that money while y'all niggas steady lurking

Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurtin

I say New Orleans always got a hurricane

Got that 9 on my side just to put it to your brain

After Hurricane Katrina, everybody was in pain

Killing niggas, robbing niggas, and me taking y'all chains

I ain't tripping at all, nigga got that Mary Jane

Got a Redbone in that Lam, Nola make it rain

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, you'll feast, I'm a hog

Young Nola got them cutters, yeah, yo homies, yeah, they frauds

Young Nola got a redbone and she kinda curvy

Riding in the maybach, top down with the Birkin

I'ma go and get that money while y'all niggas steady lurking

Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurtin

Young Nola got a redbone and she kinda curvy

Riding in the maybach, top down with the Birkin

I'ma go and get that money while y'all niggas steady lurking

Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurtin

These niggas know i go retarded, smoking on that Bob Marley

Faggot nigga, he a Barbie, rob a nigga, kill him shortly

Where I'm from, it's a army, if you wanna play games

Nola got a perfect aim, K hit him in his brain

Been that nigga since a youngin let me go and count that money

While you niggas acting funny, I'ma barbecue his brain

Bust down Johnny Dang, Young Nola he a hot boy

Yeah, you see them flames

Young Nola got a redbone and she kinda curvy

Riding in the maybach, top down with the Birkin

I'ma go and get that money while y'all niggas steady lurking

Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurtin

Young Nola got a redbone and she kinda curvy

Riding in the maybach, top down with the Birkin

I'ma go and get that money while y'all niggas steady lurking

Big racks, big stacks, so my pockets never hurtin

She on that dope heavy, got the Mac and I'm ready

Savage life, like webbie, drive-bys in that Chevy

White girl, her name Kelly, semi hit her in her belly

Run up in her home, put one to the dome

White girl got the plug, let me go and call her phone

Talking bout she a Saints fan, man, leave me alone

Put that barrel to her tits, if she hesitate, that's it

I need that combination, bih Nola tryna get rich