Jim Jones: It's finna be a good Christmas this year Santa know when you're good or bad And we ballin'
Chorus: The music's tight The block is stuffed We here tonight And that's what's up Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time Livin' fast, it's a Dipset Christmas time
Verse 1 Stack Bundles: Look I'm tryna live everday like it's Christmas I shovel yay so everyday a nigga risk this Blow from the copeyes, feelin' like Popeyes Cuz I'm in the Coupe with a chicken and a biscuit My niggaz get the same thing every year Different view, new year, match the color with they hair And you know it cost kitty if I wear A Red Monkey on the jeans, 1100 for the pair Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah The dogs, the fresh London Fog this year Put the box up, pull out the foxy long hair Fresh to death might open a mourge this year That's how I'm feelin' Holiday Season (Sqaud Up) That's The Holiday Greeting Buy a ratchet for the Holiday Heathen They might be doin' Holiday Squeezin' Ya Dig
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Verse 2 Jim Jones: I want it all, from racetracks to the ball games Now we race fast in the Porsche thing I gotta ball, gettin' cash off the raw 'caine (I got it) And wifey want the super-charged Range (She got it) I think the Coupe might do the hard thing (For real) Gotta do 70 and I pops the wing A little car trivia, every car giddy up Like a Clidesdale The mood is right and I'm high as hell Big trucks through the snow like a one-horse sleigh The V12 come with 500 horsies And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy Now I'm hittin' piff while I'm sippin' the eggnog Pumpin' my shit and I'm whippin' the best cars That's cuz we get dough So this year mommy, Benz with the red bow You know we gettin' dollars like Preflow Holiday Season so we sippin' on the XO
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Verse 3 Mel Matrix: It's Christmas Time, everybody jolly Feel it Blood, errbody wanna party Get ya flag on, red rags out (Sooo-Wooo) Feeling good, pull the red Jags out (Gettin' money) We gon' ball at the red lights Shit, pretty bitches, blind a ho with the headlights I heard Lotus poppin' A lotta pretty bitches with the fishnet stockings Hit the club, buy the bar out Where the dutches at, get the jars out (Let's get high Blood) And put the piffy in the air I ain't that bent, don't skip me, give it here And we could 1-2 step Throw ya gang up, what hood you rep (9-Trey) And everybody spazz out Get blowed homie 'til you fuckin' pass out It's Christmas
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