Stage I: Liftoff

All I want for Christmas is a billion-dollar business Need a bag for my efforts 'cause I work for all my riches I'm a hot boy got a fever I got paper you got neither TBH I'm off the charts and for my rate I broke the meter, ugh All I want for Xmas is to flex on all my exes I be keeping it one hundred like the temperature in Texas And my flow should be illegal Shawty I'm gassed up just like diesel Baby got back like the boat from Nemo Throw that ass back like it's medieval Hold up, wait I hit the charts I guess I'm poppin' who'da thought? You go anyway you want, but you still won't take my spot Hop on the scene so fresh, so clean Middle name vaccine I shoot my shot I check my balance every morning Just to see something you not Now I'm in this bitch like a tampon Heating up like I left the damn lamp on You say you up next like you in queue But you full of number two like a scantron Now we on the same page like it's one side I eat a beat up like it's fun-sized Man if I really wanted I could diss you But you too slow to keep up with the punchlines Now they can't keep up with us I ain't a chef but I'm cutting up You bring a friend you could bring an acquaintance Smoke in the air got the bud with us All of that talk it don't bother me If you don't like me unfollow me I hit you up and you turn to a ghost At most you'll be back by Halloween When I get my funds right, ain't it fun right No Paramore 'cause you ain't get it done right Not one of us if you ain't seen the sunlight I take shots like the middle of a gunfight Step aside if you wanna act shady Stay if you wanna f-u-c-k me Fly to Cali 'cause I'm just tryna tan 'Til my skin look sun-kissed, Tom Brady I'll get that bread, get that head Get that feature verse from Meg And when therapy don't work I yell "Flo Milli Shit!" instead I'm a dime, I'm so fine and I hear it on the reg Now my bag weigh so damn much I just woke up and broke my leg Now if you broke go get your bread up, working nine to five's a setup I made ten bands just this morning And I still have yet to get up Put your hands up in the air And while you at it, put yo' leg up I got steak up on my plate I know they jealous and they fed up I'm not tryna do too much So I'ma just give 'em a tease They like, "What kind of roof you want?" Need one that could drop for the breeze I shoot and I'm droppin 'em, three's I do this and do it with ease I do it like birds and the bees I cop it you settle for lease, sheesh