[Intro]
I just want you to know that we need you baby
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 vinyl
Y'all about to make me rich, you like linens, real
And that's the truth, 16 hours ahead of Melbourne
I don't even know what's going on back home, shh, take
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Girls from Atlanta, call me Santa
Girls from Australia, what can I tell y'all?
You know I love you so much I just gotta handle something bigger than us
Triple S was really to show you my love
That made sure you're good till the next time we meet up
But now I gotta send it up

[Chorus]
Yeah, it was like
Go blow the dust off your plaques
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What was the year that they say ass slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it going like that
I don't remember one word in your raps
I don't know nothing about you and them tracks
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I am, I am, I am
A FTX Pan House High Riser
Samuel Baceman, Free All My Guys Up
I'm in a sold out show with your girl on the riser
I'm at the mob at Green Cliff, 26 cars and they fuckin' my eyes up
I'm not better or wiser, future the prince of 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 clocking you pussy man, everyone times up
If it's up to me, if it's up to me
If it's up to me, then you all on the list man, everyone signed up
If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't making my mind up
If it wasn't for me, reaching my head, you never 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 plaques
What was the year that they say ass slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it going like that
I don't remember nothing about them raps
I don't remember nothing being facts, let's go

[Verse 2]
Hey, I am, I am, I am
A BTC Crypto Big Tomer
Oh my god I'm a corporate America, hate survivors
Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up Goddow
Those are 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 in his sloppy, so that wasn't our word
Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got him
Just wait till it's our turn, right?

[Chorus]
Go blow the dust off your plaques
Go blow the dust off your plaques
What was the year that they say ass slaps?
'Cause I don't remember it going like that
I don't remember one word in your raps
I don't know nothing about you and them tracks
Let's go

[Outro]
Yeah, I am, I am, I am