Texty:
Kids In The Way Better Times

Christmas Day You better write your letter now and mail it right away Because he's getting ready his reindeers and his sleigh You better watch out, you better not cry You better

taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that cab I'm gonna treat it like a limo didn't know? y'better ask somebody told

the way By the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl Four years, Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it, quit it, rag top

And I don't wanna playa who got kids all over town Don't want his curl juice drippin' all over my Mercedes seat I can't stand a man who thinks he looks better

it be If you could be mine, we'd both shine? If I ruled the world, still livin' for today In these last days an' times The way to be, paradise like

I been imaginin' more ways I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better

Baby Young Money Army, better yet Navy Fab I got 'em And watch me get 'em And I do 'em or I did 'em And this tool inside my denim I shoot everything but women and kids

wrong with all you kids today You just don't appreciate all the things you've got We were hungry, broke and miserable And we liked it better that way

Christmas day You better write your letter now and mail it right away Because he's getting ready, his reindeers and his sleigh You better watch out, you better not cry You better