I'm drinking Hennessey and apple so I might be wet But it's a fact there's frozen water on my wrist and neck Another fact is niggas hate but I'm still gettin' a check And I wear Dolce and Gabana like they nike tech Doin' em for L when I ball Yup, get a ref Look at my whips Look at my drips Killin' 'em, missing breath I'm breathin' down my fourth million Forever fresh Broke niggas say "You stink!" It's the smell of success Unfamiliar to ya I'm your dealer's dealer While you be waitin' in line, I got weight to grind nigga Like folgers and ground beef, I cook up the smell sweet Aromatherapy at the sky villa's suite In Vegas, that's the palms A dope boy turned don Turnt rich ass nigga, I turn like Voltron Heavy metal on me so I guess it's the scene Only difference is, I'll fire that thing Rappers just be rapping, your boy really be trappin' Your boy really shop at Versace out in Manhattan I'm a cold mothafucka and I just don't care Six bands for my blanket and ten for essential air (woo) I had to rick flair on this shit My earrings look like when he used to enter and shit It go duh, duh, dun duh Entrada, silk shirt by Escada Do it big like I'm Papa Only smoke real proper All these fake niggas 'round, I'm starting to feel improper Boutta go see a doctor, he said my wrist sick Ice cold, brizzick Twenty thousand on a hand, a nigga cook bricks wit' I remember having to draw my mama up a wishlist Now every day my kids can say "Daddy is it Christmas!?" Nah, it's just for nothin' Just to show the world a nigga ain't out here frontin' Show you when you work, you ain't gotta want for nothin' Santa ain't real, come in my crib I'll slump him Word Merry mothafuckin' Christmas Happy Hannukah ...