作词 : Ian Smith/Asmil Rodriguez

作曲 : Ian Smith/Asmil Rodriguez

(It's Holiday season, b***h)

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 blink 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

I just spend 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 God, 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 blink 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 acting 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')

Close to that line to throw yo' hands up