Lyrics STAGE I: LIFTOFF - Adam Oh

All I want for Christmas is a billion-dollar business
Need a bag for my efforts 'cause I work for all my riches
I'm a hot boy got a fever I got paper you got neither
TBH I'm off the charts and for my rate I broke the meter, ugh

All I want for Xmas is to flex on all my exes
I be keeping it one hundred like the temperature in Texas
And my flow should be illegal
Shawty I'm gassed up just like diesel
Baby got back like the boat from Nemo
Throw that ass back like it's medieval

Hold up, wait I hit the charts
I guess I'm poppin' who'da thought?
You go anyway you want, but you still won't take my spot
Hop on the scene so fresh, so clean
Middle name vaccine I shoot my shot

I check my balance every morning
Just to see something you not
Now I'm in this bitch like a tampon
Heating up like I left the damn lamp on
You say you up next like you in queue
But you full of number two like a scantron
Now we on the same page like it's one side
I eat a beat up like it's fun-sized
Man if I really wanted I could diss you
But you too slow to keep up with the punchlines

Now they can't keep up with us
I ain't a chef but I'm cutting up
You bring a friend you could bring an acquaintance
Smoke in the air got the bud with us
All of that talk it don't bother me
If you don't like me unfollow me
I hit you up and you turn to a ghost
At most you'll be back by Halloween

When I get my funds right, ain't it fun right
No Paramore 'cause you ain't get it done right
Not one of us if you ain't seen the sunlight
I take shots like the middle of a gunfight
Step aside if you wanna act shady
Stay if you wanna f-u-c-k me
Fly to Cali 'cause I'm just tryna tan
'Til my skin look sun-kissed, Tom Brady

I'll get that bread, get that head
Get that feature verse from Meg
And when therapy don't work
I yell "Flo Milli Shit!" instead
I'm a dime, I'm so fine and I hear it on the reg
Now my bag weigh so damn much
I just woke up and broke my leg

Now if you broke go get your bread up, working nine to five's a setup
I made ten bands just this morning
And I still have yet to get up
Put your hands up in the air
And while you at it, put yo' leg up
I got steak up on my plate
I know they jealous and they fed up

I'm not tryna do too much
So I'ma just give 'em a tease
They like, "What kind of roof you want?"
Need one that could drop for the breeze
I shoot and I'm droppin 'em, three's
I do this and do it with ease
I do it like birds and the bees
I cop it you settle for lease, sheesh