Lyrics
[Intro sung, sassy]
On the 1st day of Christmas, my baby gave to me
Nah, scratch that, let me start this over
This how it really went
[Verse 1 rap-sing, cocky]
On the 1st day of Christmas, my man gave to me
A matte-black G-Wagon with the red bow on the key
2nd day of Christmas, my man gave to me
Two diamond chains (and a matte-black G-Wagon with the red bow on the key)
3rd day, three private flights
4th day, four Birkins (white, black, pink, and burgundy)
5th day, five gold rings (Cartier love bracelets, duh)
6th day, six figure spa days
7th day, seven nights in St. Barths
8th day of Christmas, my man gave to me
[Chorus big 90s hook, harmonies everywhere]
Eight days of Christmas, he spoiled me rotten
Ice on my wrist, neck, ears, can’t stop it
From the first to the eighth, he never missed
Baby know I’m that bitch, so he shopped my whole wish list
Eight days of Christmas, yeah he did that
Tell the haters kiss my ass in the Maybach
I said eight days of Christmas, he came through
Now I’m iced out, head to toe, boo
[Verse 2 faster, bratty flow]
9th day, nine carat studs
10th day, ten shopping sprees at Saks and Neiman’s, love
11th day, eleven hundred roses dipped in gold
12th day, twelve months of rent paid on the condo we don’t even use no more
Then he doubled back on the 13th
Gave me the deed to the beach house down in Turks & Caicos, please
14th day, Chanel ski suits
15th day, a whole boutique
16th day, he said “Baby, just pick anything you want, it’s on me
[Pre-Chorus melodic]
I don’t want no partridge in no pear tree
I want Pateks and property
He said “Say less, and ran it up
Now look at all this ice on me
[Chorus even bigger]
Eight days of Christmas, but he kept goin’
Sixteen days later, still snowin’ gifts, I’m glowin’
From the first to the last, he never switched
That’s why I’m rockin’ his last name on my necklace
[Bridge slow & sexy]
He said “Anything you want, just name it
I said “Keep it comin’, don’t change it
Wrapped me up like his favorite present
Now every night feel like Christmas
[Final Chorus ad-libs, runs, full choir vibes]
Eight days of Christmas (but it felt like forever)
Spoiled rotten, iced out, bad bitch weather
Tell Santa take the year off, I’m good
My baby played him and he understood
Eight days of Christmas
Merry Christmas to me, period
[Outro talking over the beat]
Yeah, and on the last day he proposed under the tree
I said yes.
Duh.
JT. City Cinderella Christmas.
We out.
