Slow Holiday

[Intro: Big Money Rich]
(Damn, JakeSand)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)

[Chorus: Big Money Rich]
Christmas comin' up fast as hell, damn, what month is this?
I need me a lick
I'm broke than a bitch right now, I need a gift
I got daughters and they don't understand the word "No"
Or the words "I don't have it" or "You can't get those"
Bein' the spoiled brats they are, they don't understand "It's slow"
And daddy is the reason Rudolph got his red nose
And right now, shit like Atlanta in the snow
Thinkin' should I tell my daughter that Santa got a cold?
You know we livin' in Detroit, Santa's sleigh got stolen
Or should I talk about that C that she got from Mrs. Mobley?

[Verse: Big Money Rich]
We got the Christmas tree up, she keep lookin' for the gifts
She like, "Since we just moved, you think Santa will forget?"
The apartment ain't got no chimney, how he gettin' in?
I had to tell her that her gifts gon' come, baby, chill
I said you always'll be good, and daddy meant that
But really, I ain't got nothin' off her Christmas list yet
'Bout to put a hundred on FanDuel and try to crack 'em
Run my name through T-Mobile and get an Apple
They say the lucky winner get ten thousand, I'm in a raffle
The winner was the sponsor's son, them niggas assholes
Somethin' gotta shake, if I can't get them straight
I wouldn't even be able to show my face in the mirror
Somethin' wrong if you not your kid's heroes
I had to sell phones, luckily I found three zeros
I gotta find some other way to get some money
'Cause hard times don't stop just 'cause Christmas comin'
Is you gon' sit on your ass or you gon' get to hustlin'?
Boy, you got kids runnin' 'round, you better get them somethin'
You better get them somethin'
Or you gon' be a deadbeat that's livin', nigga might as well just be a zombie

[Chorus: Big Money Rich]
Christmas comin' up fast as hell, damn, what month is this?
I need me a lick
I'm broke than a bitch right now, I need a gift
I got daughters and they don't understand the word "No"
Or the words "I don't have it" or "You can't get those"
Bein' the spoiled brats they are, they don't understand "It's slow"
And daddy is the reason Rudolph got his red nose
And right now, shit like Atlanta in the snow
Thinkin' should I tell my daughter that Santa got a cold?
You know we livin' in Detroit, Santa's sleigh got stolen
Or should I talk about that C that she got from Mrs. Mobley?