Lyrics FYB Christmas (feat. FYB & Bluff City) - Jacquees

Oh, oh yeah (Aye)
Woah
Baby, tell me what you (what do you?) want for Christmas? (want for Christmas?)
Baby, are we turnin′ (are we turnin' up?) up for Christmas? (Christmas) Yeah, yeah, hey
Ask me for my Christmas list, and girl, I′m puttin' you (that's true)
Drankin′ a lil′ conversation just waitin' to make a move (a move)
She said, "this our favorite song, I might put you in the mood" (the mood)
Make her leave her man at home, I pick her up in the coupe (the coupe)
The Ferrari speed (skrrt) like a sleigh on a hill (let′s go)
I got money for real (that's true)
This Christmas, I′ma pay your bills (Happy Holidays)
She wanna shop in Beverly Hills (let's go)
She want Gucci, Louis heels
She think I′m Santa Claus for real (wha?)
The way I'm makin' her feel, yeah, yeah
Wrap gifts under your tree, oh yeah (under your tree)
You′re my gift, I′m gon' feast, oh yeah (gon′ feast)
No other place you should be (that you should be)
Than right here, spendin' Christmas with me, oh yeah
Smoke big blunts, that Christmas tree (baby)
Know that I got it indeed
Like Santa, I′m there when you sleep (yeah, yeah)
That cookie be waitin' on me (on me)
Got them Rudolph red′s for me
What is your wish? Just say it to me (to me)
I know your nice, stop playin, I see (I see. Yeah I know)
I finna' roll up some mo' (some more)
Know this ain′t no game, babe
We breakin′ all the rules (all the rules)
This a mad world, baby, and I cannot lose (cannot lose)
I want you for Christmas
Baby, I want you for Christmas (I want you for Christmas)
I could be your present, baby girl, you know you're gifted
(Baby tell me)
Baby, tell me what you (what do you?) want for Christmas? (want for Christmas?)
Baby, are we turnin′ (are we turnin' up? turnin′ up) up for Christmas? (Christmas) Yeah, yeah, hey
Ask me for my Christmas list, and girl, I'm puttin′ you (girl, it's you that's true)
Drankin′ a lil′ conversation just waitin' to make a move (I′m just waitin' to put you a move)
She said, "this our favorite song, (song) I might put you in the mood" (the mood)
Make her leave her man at home, I pick her up in the coupe (yeah)
She said she need attention
Got the bank on me like Regions
Shawty, tell me on the side, like see me (see me)
Felt like everything she say, she mean it (she mean it)
Dick like a drug, she take it, she need it (yeah, yeah)
I ain′t takin' L′s how that pussy undefeated (wha? wha?)
Put it in your box like mail, come get it (DC Davinci)
I'm built like
Got your bitch in my drop
Don't bring up that text
She weigh more than an prison (yeah)
You know that I got it so why you still guessin′? (oh, oh yeah)
I hope that you′ve been on your best behavior (what?)
Tryna bite on you like now or Later (hah)
Let's do it together, let′s put up the tree (yeah)
Light up the fireplace, sit back with me (ah-hah)
Wake up and open your presents for me, yeah (me, yeah)
(Woah)
Baby, tell me what you (what do you?) want for Christmas? (want for Christmas? whatchu want for Christmas?)
Baby, are we turnin' (are we turnin′ up?) up for Christmas? (Christmas) Yeah, yeah, hey
Baby, tell me what you (what do you?) want for Christmas? (want for Christmas? turnin' up)
Baby, are we turnin′ (are we turnin' up?) up for Christmas? (Christmas) yeah, yeah, hey
FYB (What do you?)
(Want for Christmas? Christmas)
(Happy Holidays from me, DC Davinci, FYB Tevin, Boakie, DeeQuincy Gates)
(What do you want for Christmas? Christmas?)
Rich Gang
(The whole gang, know what I'm sayin′?)
(The whole FYB)
(It′s more than just this)
(The whole gang)
(All of us wish you a Merry Christmas)
(You dig what I'm sayin′?)
Rich Girl
(Yeah)