[Verse]
I'm drinking Hennessey and apple so I might be wet
But it's a fact there's frozen water on my wrist and neck
Another fact is n***as hate but I'm still gettin' a check
And I wear Dolce and Gabana like they Nike Tech
Doin' 'em foul when I ball, yup, get a ref
Look at my whips, kook at my drips, killin' 'em, missin' breath
I'm breathin' down my fourth million, forever fresh
Broke n***as say, "You stink," it's the smell of success
Unfamiliar to you, I'm your dealer's dealer
While you be waitin' in line, I got weight to grind, n***a
Like Folgers and ground beef, I cook up and smell sweet
Aromatherapy at the sky villa suite
In Vegas, that's the Palms, a dope boy turned don
Turned rich ass n***a, I turn like Voltron
Heavy metal on me so I guess it's the same
Only difference is I'll fire that thing
Rappers just be rapping, your boy really be trappin'
Your boy really shop at Versace out in Manhattan
I'm a cold motherfucker and I just don't care
Six bands for my blanket and ten for central air
Woo, I had to Rick Flair on this shit
My earrings look like when he used to enter and shit
It go duh-duh-dun-duh, entrada, silk shirt by Escada
Do it big like I'm Poppa, only smoke real proper
All these fake n***as 'round, I'm starting to feel improper
'Bout to go see a doctor, he said my wrist sick, ice cold, brizzick
Twenty thousand on the hand a n***a cook bricks with
I remember having to draw my mama up a wishlist
Now every day my kids can say, "Daddy, is it Christmas?"
Nah, that's just for nothin'
That's just to show the world a n***a ain't out here frontin'
And show you when you work, you ain't gotta want for nothin'
And Santa ain't real, come in my crib, I'll slump him
[Outro]
Word
Merry motherfuckin' Christmas
Happy Hanukkah
Kwanzaa
What else I forget?
Dobe Boy Troy, ayy