Merry Christmas, baby You sure did treat me nice Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas Now I'm living in paradise Got good music on my radio And a happy New Year (merry Christmas, ooh yeah) Oh, yes, you did Well, I'm feeling mighty fine, y'all

I'm a highway star And everything I love it and I need it Alright hold on tight Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine

Like Lamborghini doors We, we're going up Dreaming of things we can't afford But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh They gon' love me, they gon' love me now I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now I bet they say, "He put his

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

I'm unfazed, ooh yeah (woah) I'm unfazed I'm unfazed (oh, oh) I'm unfazed (woah) I'm unfazed (yeah, yeah) These models 'bout to get ratchet Turn that girl into a bad bitch Turn that girl into a savage And you might think she's outstanding

Yeah it goes like this And it goes like hey, girl I'm blown away Yeah it starts with a smile and it ends with an all night long slow kiss And it goes like ooh, what I wouldn't do To write my name on your heart, get you wrapped in my arms baby all around

Whoa whoa, whoa Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss) Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth) Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me) Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh VVS them diamonds in my necklace

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and