LEARN LYRICS

Listen up, here’s what I’ve got
Surely you’ve already heard
What some show-offs brag about
My house, my yacht, my sled
Seats of leather, steering wheel of gold
Everybody builds their own car fleet
And flexes hard in front of everyone
But one guy already knows what’s up
He’s not dazzled and sees through the posing
Audi, BMW, Mercedes-Benz
None of it’s as mega as you think
You’re way off
If you think those are the sickest sleds
Porsche and Ferrari, no chance
Even if you roll up in a Lamborghini
You’re way off
If you think those are the sickest sleds
The craziest sled around here is still Santa’s
Santa, Sa-Santa, San-, Sant-, Santa Claus
None of you losers can match his sled
Nobody, n-nobody, no-, nobody, nobody, nobody can
You’ve got alloy rims, wow, he doesn’t even have tires on
Tires, t-tires, ti-, tires on
Santa still has the sickest sled
That’s still me, Santa Claus
So don’t come round the corner acting like a show-off
As if it was only about horsepower
If you’re planning to compare yourself with him
That’s a comparison you’d better skip
No status symbol, no brand
That won’t impress Santa Claus
He still dominates the sled game
Everyone else is out, period, done
Audi, BMW, Mercedes-Benz
None of it’s as mega as you think
You’re way off
If you think those are the sickest sleds
Porsche and Ferrari, no chance
Even if you roll up in a Lamborghini
You’re way off
If you think those are the sickest sleds
The craziest sled around here is still Santa’s
Santa, Sa-Santa, San-, Sant-, Santa Claus
None of you losers can match his sled
Nobody, n-nobody, no-, nobody, nobody, nobody can
You’ve got alloy rims, wow, he doesn’t even have tires on
Tires, t-tires, ti-, tires on
Santa still has the sickest sled
That’s still me, Santa Claus
Timeless design
Totally traditional
Do you wanna drive or fly?
Slow or fast?
Modest equipment
No roof, no windows
Still he pulls past you
And laughs like a gangster
Ho-ho-ho, make way, you losers
The craziest sled around here is still Santa’s
Santa, Sa-Santa, San-, Sant-, Santa Claus
None of you losers can match his sled
Nobody, n-nobody, no-, nobody, nobody, nobody can
You’ve got alloy rims, wow, he doesn’t even have tires on
Tires, t-tires, ti-, tires on
Santa still has the sickest sled
That’s still me, Santa Claus