Christmas List

[Intro: Boosie Badazz]

Yeah

Playboy on the beat

What up, Lucci, nigga?

We gon' talk on this bitch about how we live for Christmas

What we gon' get our little girls and shit

How we livin', you know what I'm sayin'?

Straight up, nigga

Ain't nothin' like bein' able to take care of your people

Look out for motherfuckers

Straight up

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]

Ohh-ohh-ohh, yeah

Two Christmas trees and they all flooded (All flooded), yeah

Told Frida Reed ain't no more strugglin' (No strugglin')

At Christmastime we were teens, shit was all ugly (All ugly)

At Christmastime 2018 then we all got ropes (Ropes)

Whole house loaded, plus the kids' accounts loaded (They loaded)

Plus my brother got a kid, so that's a blessin' (Yeah, yeah)

Check game, with them, total spent ten on all the presents, hey

I don't even know how we gon' sneak in with all these presents (Hell nah)

I don't even know where we gon' begin, this shit here hectic, yeah

And I pray this shit don't never end, this shit a blessin', yeah

I spent my whole life tryna get my mama everything (Thang)

Now my daughter, she want Jojo everything (Thang, uh)

And my son, he want PJ Masks (Yeah, hey)

Swooped that PJ with Masks (Yeah, hey)

Almost everything I wanted I had to take, hey (I had to take, hey)

And now y'all got your whole life made (Life made)

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]

I just wanna be with my family for Christmas (Yay, yay)

We gon' ball in Atlanta for Christmas (Yay, yay)

I'm gon' get what they askin' for Christmas (Of course, mayne)

My kids live lavish for Christmas, we all gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch, I bought another chain

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, holidays, we off the chain

Everybody same way, everybody gettin' paid (Yeah)

Everybody gettin' paid, everybody Christmas paid (Ayy)

Nigga, I'm gon' get some more guns

Merry Christmas, I'm livin' like a coke don

Smoke bomb, gon' get fly, dope, the low done

If I die tonight, at least I had fun

Real nigga merry Christmas

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]

Christmas meant for me we couldn't go to bed, homie (I couldn't)

Only thing I wanted was a bike with the pegs on it (I didn't get it)

We pour our egg nog on the ground for our dead homies (Rest in peace)

I'm lit like candlelight and I'm in that same bag Santa got (On God)

Might celebrate with Boosie, get it poppin' (Poppin')

I'm stuffin' all kinda drugs in my Christmas stockin' (Be quiet)

When I was broke my Christmas list was more like window shoppin' (I swear)

But now I'm up, and yeah, I'm rich, nigga

All my niggas stealin' like The Grinch, nigga

Santa better have my shit, nigga, or we gon' wrap him up like a gift nigga

And I been eatin' good lately, yep, cookies and milk, nigga

Lucci, Boosie, we real niggas in the hood with a real Christmas

Rich Homie, baby