It's Holiday season, bitch!

Brand new Margiela, same color a salmon

I don't buy 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?

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 y'all

Same kid with the same heart

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 fav one

But when that day come, we gon' pay the same price

You out yo' damn mind, you ever try that backtalk

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

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 y'all

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 of it

I'm not past this, but I'll keep actin' like it's fine with me

I'm tired of it, you a massive waste of time for me

Even though it's gon' be hard, you gotta man up

You too close to that line to throw yo' hands up