[DJ Holiday]
(Private motherfuckin' flight, ya dig?)
I know it's some haters in here
I see y'all way in the back over there (Haha, what the f ?)
Y'all need some water? Y'all aight? I know it's hard work
I know y'all paid to get in here for the show
You just gotta trust what's goin' on inside yo' gut (What's goin' on, what's goin' on)
'Cause they gon' try to tell you it's a problem when it's not, huh (They gon', they gon' try to tell you)
Boy, go ahead and take it, if you want it, never stop, huh (Boy, go ahead and get it)
So much dirty money, I need hand sanitizer, huh (Oh, it's Holiday Season )
Cruise in this Phantom with the suicidal doors
Half a million dollar carpet, leave yo' shoes at the door, huh
I miss when we would talk about what's new between us both, huh
It's Mr. Spend-That-Money, I don't care about the price, huh
I'm gon' keep on puffin' 'til I'm damn near paralyzed, huh
You upset for nothin', bitch, I could not care less, huh (Bitch, I could not give a fuck)
I'm drivin' crazy, 'cause I damn near failed my test, huh
You got zero paper, you should get up off yo' ass, huh
"ian, you gon' beat 'em, you remember how they treat ya?" Huh (You remember what they did?)
Fully flooded bezel, it's December every season, huh (It's the motherfuckin' ticket)
Open up that kennel, my big dog'll come and see ya (Woof, woof, woof)
Four hundred on this brand new Huracan, Lamborghini (Holiday Season, ayy)
I'm gettin' money, but I cannot pay 'em mind, that's how they get ya
The problem is, bitch, I cannot read yo' mind 'bout myself
Diamond wrist, I can't even tell the time of the day
Tom Brady, I'ma throw a fuckin' bomb down the field, huh
I'm a bag-chasin' monster for real (I'ma chase a fuckin' bag)
Huh, me and bands stuck together (Me and, me and, me and, me and)
I'm the type to hit that ho and then forget it, huh (I'm the type to hit that, hit that)
Fuck, I guess that I could manage a mil'
You just gotta trust what's goin' on inside yo' gut (What's goin' on, what's goin' on)
'Cause they gon' try to tell you it's a problem when it's not, huh (They gon', they gon' try to tell you)
Boy, go ahead and take it, if you want it, never stop, huh (Boy, go ahead and get it)
So much dirty money, I need hand sanitizer, huh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Cruise in this Phantom with the suicidal doors
Half a million dollar carpet, leave yo' shoes at the door, huh
I miss when we would talk about what's new between us both, huh
It's Mr. Spend-That-Money, I don't care about the price, huh
I'm gon' keep on puffin' 'til I'm damn near paralyzed, huh
You upset for nothin', bitch, I could not care less, huh (Bitch, I could not give a fuck)
I'm drivin' crazy 'cause I damn near failed my test, huh
You got zero paper, you should get up off yo' ass, huh
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