Hit-Boy - 1 Tree lyrics

Merry Chri$tma$ from Money$Team [Intro: Nappy] O(]:^|)))) Ho ho ho, Merry Moneyma$ [Verse 1 - J-Franks] Money$Team in the workshop, ready to to make it rain We the kings of this rap sh**, yet money is what reigns Dear Santa, make sure you wrap my gifts real tight Cause I rap tight, too, and only green feels right After all, it's the color of my cash I roll it up and snort lines of snow in just a flash They so cold I call 'em icicles, like the j**elry on my neck And while you deliver bicycles, someone's writing me a check All this money got me friends like you wouldn't believe I remember the pain I felt inside, I had to turn to Aleve Now Kanye ain't the only one havin' dinner with Anna Wintour I done it while wearin' her favorite collection of the winter We chowed down on some coffee and gingerbread And I always make sure to gingerly handle my bread Plenty elves prevented the apocalypse of twenty twelve Good thing, I still have cash collectin' dust up on the shelve