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(ayy) (lì xì!)
Red envelope! (ayy!) Red envelope! (ayy!)
Whole family eatin', that's the only goal
Red envelope! (ayy!) Red envelope! (ayy!)
Used to get a five, now I hand out the roll
Every little cousin gettin' paid this week
Tết at auntie's, forty people in a two-bed
Shoes at the door like a Foot Locker, I said (facts)
Uncles on the floor with the cards and the Heineken
Yellin' 'bout a hand from nineteen ninety-ten
Aunties in the kitchen and they judgin' everybody
"Why you so skinny? Why no wife? Why that hobby?" (why?)
Used to line up with the kids, two hands, say the phrase
Get a crisp five dollars, that'd last me seven days
This year I'm the one with the stack in the red
Hundred in each, watch the little ones lose they head
Red envelope! (ayy!) Red envelope! (ayy!)
Whole family eatin', that's the only goal
Red envelope! (ayy!) Red envelope! (ayy!)
Used to get a five, now I hand out the roll
Auntie asked what I do, I said "music," she said "no"
"Doctor or the pharmacy." I said "auntie, watch the show" (watch)
Pulled up the account, she put her glasses on her nose
Looked at me. Looked at it. "...You still need better clothes."
Lion dance outside and the firecrackers pop
Grandma in the wheelchair and she smilin', she won't stop
She seen a war, a boat, a camp, a strip mall, and a lease
Now she see her grandson handin' out the peace
That's the flex. Not the car. Not the chain I don't wear.
It's a loud little house and everybody's there.
Two hands!
Say it right!
(CHÚC MỪNG NĂM MỚI!)
Red envelope! (ayy!) Red envelope! (ayy!)
Whole family eatin', that's the only goal
Red envelope! (ayy!) Red envelope! (ayy!)
Used to get a five, now I hand out the roll
Next year, double. Tell the kids I said so.
East Side San Jose. Learned money from the uncles playing cards behind the pho spot on Story Road, learned engines on a garage floor, learned silence from both. Cold, low, unhurried. He gets quieter right before he strikes.