Judgment

(It's Holiday Season, bitch)
(Haha, what the f—?)
(Haha, what the f—?)
Huh, brand new Margiela, same color a salmon
I done bought 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?

Huh, 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 ya

Huh, same kid with the same high
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 fave' one
But when that day come, we gon' pay the same price
You out yo' damn mind, you ever try that back talk
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

Huh, brand new season, not the last one
He don't mean it, he just act tough (He don't mean it, he just act tough)
They don't care how long it took to run yo' bag up (They don't care about that bag, uh)
Damn right, I'm high as hell, that's how I manage (Hey)
But I hope just one more blunt gon' show some answers (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 (You too close to that line, yeah)
I'm too damn filthy rich to entertain ya

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, uh
I'm not past this, but I keep actin' like it's fine
When I'm tired of it, you a massive waste of time for me

Even though it's gon' be hard, you gotta man up (I couldn't pick my fave')
Too close to that line to throw yo' hands up
Huh