Aint not with the henny
And my red house shoes
In my hotel robe
Like its Home Alone two
Catch me running round the lobby
Me and Grimes acting fool
Getting low watch me pour
The whole four in the two
With the homies uptown
Posting the two fifth
Claim the fat belly
Looking like Im Saint Nick
 way across from Saint Nicks
Know Im good everywhere
I on some real shit
But lets keep it litty
You dont want no politics
Turned up with the homies
Like we all gone trip
LA in the morning
Cant miss that flight
Im a turn around bitch
Ill be back that night
Past still sagging like butt
 cause I got my monеy up
Its mother fucking Christmas
And all thought the house
Not a crеature was stirring
Not even a mouse
Im the Grinch
Im the Grinch mother fucker
Im the Grinch
Im the Grinch mother
No lemons in the field
Mangos in the sun
Ice on the hose
Christmas is no fun
Presents under tree
Chests 
Kings, queens 
Bishops unite 
Autumn, winter
Cant wait till spring
Where gardens are growing
Gimme the greens
Kale, spinach, ginger and cloves
All we get is fucking mistletoe
Fucking mistletoe
Fucking mistletoe
Fucking mistletoe
Its mother fucking Christmas
And all thought the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
Im the Grinch
Im the Grinch mother fucker
Im the Grinch
Im the Grinch mother
Im the Grinch
Im the Grinch
Im the Grinch
Im the Grinch