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Marty - Planet Hollywood Lyrics

[Chorus: Marty]
Oh, it can't be
Every song is classic, Marty going OD
Right now we underground, but he poppin' low-key
2025, the new Grammy family, ayy

[Verse 1: Marty]
Don't talk about my mom, yo
Got Jordans with the sports coat, I'm like Seinfeld (Uh)
I'm out in LA, everybody here a name dropper (For real)
I met your boyfriend last week, so that ain't your father?
I'm in the kitchen like Betty Crocker
I'm counting up every dollar
Thought I told y'all I'm a soldier like Silkk Da Shocka
Why your pastor gotta dress like he Willy Wonka?
Thank you for your request, I formally reject your offer
The boy a free agent
How'd you make a multi-million dollar business? You a C-major
I was blue, now I'm the Green Ranger
I don't need another self-help guru
I need a real Savior, for real

[Chorus: Marty]
Oh, it can't be
Group chat linking with the matching Rollies
Now we got sons, we becoming the OGs
2026, the new Grammy family (Ayy)
[Interlude: Wordsplayed]
You have to understand how things are up here
(Music, baby)

[Verse 2: Wordsplayed]
The streams bought the crib
What you mean I need flood insurance?
Vegans seen the coat, now they runnin' interfurence
They missed words, closed caption
I'm in the Bible Belt, and my pants saggin'
Didn't Kobe and Lamar win the same ring?
Then Khloé and Lamar made a good team
I guess the hero ain't always who it seems
How they still sending money out to Shaun King?
Inshallah, I want the same vision Barry Gordy saw
Marty wearing all his chains, call it Mardi Gras
All these crabs in the bucket
Want the lobster claw (Extra butter)
Ayy, we the new Grammy family
I'm looking at these John's, and it's uncanny
Elton, Stockton, Lennon, Legend, Baptist
How he courtside? He the Chaplin