Hennessey and AppIe Juice

I'm drinking Hennessey and apple so I might be wet But it's a fact there's frozen water on my wrist and neck Another fact is niggas hate but I'm still gettin' a check And I wear Dolce and Gabana like they Nike Tech Doin' 'em foul when I ball, yup, get a ref Look at my whips, kook at my drips, killin' 'em, missin' breath I'm breathin' down my fourth million, forever fresh Broke niggas say, "You stink," it's the smell of success Unfamiliar to you, I'm your dealer's dealer While you be waitin' in line, I got weight to grind, nigga Like Folgers and ground beef, I cook up and smell sweet Aromatherapy at the sky villa suite In Vegas, that's the Palms, a dope boy turned don Turned rich ass nigga, I turn like Voltron Heavy metal on me so I guess it's the same Only difference is I'll fire that thing Rappers just be rapping, your boy really be trappin' Your boy really shop at Versace out in Manhattan I'm a cold motherfucker and I just don't care Six bands for my blanket and ten for central air Woo, I had to Rick Flair on this shit My earrings look like when he used to enter and shit It go duh-duh-dun-duh, entrada, silk shirt by Escada Do it big like I'm Poppa, only smoke real proper All these fake niggas 'round, I'm starting to feel improper 'Bout to go see a doctor, he said my wrist sick, ice cold, brizzick Twenty thousand on the hand a nigga cook bricks with I remember having to draw my mama up a wishlist Now every day my kids can say, "Daddy, is it Christmas?" Nah, that's just for nothin' That's just to show the world a nigga ain't out here frontin' And show you when you work, you ain't gotta want for nothin' And Santa ain't real, come in my crib, I'll slump him Word Merry motherfuckin' Christmas Happy Hanukkah Kwanzaa What else I forget? Dobe Boy Troy, ayy