Christmas Style de Psy

Christmas style apparel in the middle of the summer
Long sleeve on when the heat pass a hunnid
Blue jeans on when I feel like stunting
All black joggers when i’m chiling with the homies
All gold fake take a chain if you want it
20 for the piece but you think it’s worth hunnids
Why would I spend G’s when I could spend twenties
You contemplating why you ain’t got no money

Niggas try way to hard to flex
I step into the building looking oh so fresh
I ain’t even really dress to impress
Shit I never really dress to impress
Closet full of clothes that you can’t quite match
Black and white simple look so presidential
Put on a bit of gold and i’m on like Egyptians
Why a nigga dressed cold but his clothes so vicious

Open up your eyes man please pay attention
I be speaking truth opposite of politicians
Money in ya hand then it’s gone like magicians
It cost a whole lot to keep bitches in your mentions
Niggas from the Cove know the code we living
Get this money that’s the only damn mission
Wallet full of death it’s a green graveyard
Back pockets empty front pockets Steve Jobs
Money on my mind ima grind till I can’t no more
In the process I might up and steal your hoe
I ain’t even want to hit but she grabbed my pole
So I dove in the pussy with a deep sea stroke
The tricks your girl do behind these closed doors
Could be sold for the low to the damn Bang Bros
I could tell from her clothes she was bout this life
She a peach i’m Luigi when it come to giving pipe

Big dreams every single night
I ain’t satisfied till the money come to light
I ain’t satisfied til all of my gold real gold
I ain’t satisfied til all of my goals real goals

When I got Adrena Lynn Nothing's Kim Possible
I'm Ron Stoppable
After the green I follow wherever Shego
X2
I want the peso
I need the peso
Won't stop until my bankroll colors like the rainbow
Worldwide spectrum see it every time my eyes close

And in fact when my eyes closed
I ain't sleeping still plotting on dinero
I Ain't satisfied til all of my gold real gold
I Ain't satisfied til all of my goals real tho
Youngin on the run
Won't settle for a field goal
Feel like 4th and 20
I ain't high but the time slowed
I Ain't satisfied til all of my gold real gold
I Ain't satisfied til all of my goals real tho
I ain't satisfied til dollars ain't what I need
I ain't satisfied til I'm on your screen
I ain't satisfied til my sister out the ghetto
I ain't satisfied til my bank account not so low that they call on the daily like where the cash go
Chase hit me on my phone like bro you broke
Ain’t no way you can jack me nigga
I’m Samurai Jack if you come for my digits
Benji’s on Benji’s packed deep in my fitteds
Bruce leroy can’t touch me nigga

Rap game attack on titan and I’m a giant
You ain't getting nowhere near my neck so quit trying
White Long sleeve with some ripped blue jeans
And a pink bandana RIP Auntie
But its onto new things No time to fret
Gotta grind hard gotta earn my checks
Life really feel like a super long test
I’m going down swinging like a young artest
Just turned 20 but i’m feeling like a vet
Spitting these flames with a hole in my chest
Still bulletproof don’t need no vest
Channel old heads in the gym on the track
Im in the booth yelling nigga please don’t step
Or get Chris Paul’d

Or get Chris Paul'd
(Drummond)
Or get Chris Paul'd
(Curry)
Or Get Chris Paul'd
(Drummond)
Or get Chris Paul'd
(ANKLES)