(It´s Holiday Season, bitch)
(Haha, what the f ?)
(Haha, what the f ?)
Huh, brand new Margiela, same color a salmon
I done bought that bag for her, ho gon´ throw a tantrum

Two pounds of gas on me, I smell like the Chevron
I done dropped a bag on it, where you think that ass from?

Huh, brand new season, not the last one
He don´t mean it, he just act tough
They don´t care how long it took to run yo´ bag up
Damn right, I´m high as hell, that´s how I manage
But I hope just one more blunt gon´ show some answers
Even though it´s gon´ be hard, you gotta man up
You too close to that line to throw yo´ hands up
I´m too damn filthy rich to entertain ya

Huh, same kid with the same high
I just spent yo´ damn crib on a plain watch
Bottega frames, we don´t see the same sights

Two hoes at the same time, I couldn´t pick my fave´ one
But when that day come, we gon´ pay the same price
You out yo´ damn mind, you ever try that back talk
I drive this car like I´m beefin´ with the asphalt
You play my guy, that´s some shit that I can´t laugh off

Huh, brand new season, not the last one
He don´t mean it, he just act tough
They don´t care how long it took to run yo´ bag up
Damn right, I´m high as hell, that´s how I manage
But I hope just one more blunt gon´ show some answers

Even though it´s gon´ be hard, you gotta man up
You too close to that line to throw yo´ hands up
I´m too damn filthy rich to entertain ya

Can´t get upset, she like me better when I´m passive
I´m gon´ pass this ´cause I got pounds on top of pounds, uh
I´m not past this, but I keep actin´ like it´s fine
When I´m tired of it, you a massive waste of time for me

Even though it´s gon´ be hard, you gotta man up (I couldn´t pick my fave´)
Too close to that line to throw yo´ hands up