Penthouse thirty stories, see the snow but never touch it Foreign in the driveway running, I don't ever rush it Wrist so cold, compete with December, yeah I love it Money on the counter by the tree, ain't ever budget She text "where you at?", I'm where the heat at, counting profit Designer bag, gift wrap itself, pulled it out the closet Mistletoe just hanging, but nobody getting close enough to call it Marble floor reflecting everything, they watch how I been living, audit Ice on my wrist got me feeling like the season Money counter singing, that's the only carol I believe in Mistletoe and money, yeah I'm froze up in the foreign Tree white, my life right, champagne I'm pouring Mistletoe and money, penthouse life, I'm soaring Cold nights, cold ice, run it up 'til morning Whitе tee, white seats, whiteout in the city limits Bonus check enormous, took it straight, no splitting digits Jeweler had me waiting, but the wait was worth the visit Penthouse minimalist, the only color green, exhibits Pull up silent, engine humming lower than my speaking Tinted so dark, they don't even know who they be seeing Mistletoe strategic, but I'm solo for the evening Money fold neat, holiday ain't even got me tweaking Ice on my wrist colder than the weather, no debating Celebrating solo, counting paper, unrelated Mistletoe and money, yeah I'm froze up in the foreign Tree white, my life right, champagne I'm pouring Mistletoe and money, penthouse life, I'm soaring Cold nights, cold ice, run it up 'til morning They want the magic, I just want the check clear Mistletoe above me but it's lonely up here Penthouse frozen, but the account severe Cold world, cold wrist, cold champagne, cold year Mistletoe and money, yeah I'm froze up in the foreign Wrist stay white, my life white, champagne I'm pouring Mistletoe and money, penthouse life, I'm soaring Cold nights, cold ice, run it up 'til morning
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