Jim Jones - Dipset xmas time

Livin fast and ballin at christmas time[jones:]Its fin to be a good christmas this year Santa know when you're good or bad, and we ballin[chrous:]The musics tight The block is stuffed We here tonite And thats whats up Livin fast and ballin at christmas time Livin fast its a dipset christmas time Look Im tryna live everday like its christmas I shovel yay so everyday a nigga risk this Blow from the copeyes Feelin like popeyes Cuz im in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit My niggas get the same thing every year Different mew new year match the color with they hair And you know it cost kitty if i wear A red monkey on the jeans eleven hundred 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 ta death might open a mourge this year Thats how im feelin holiday season(sqaud up)Thats the holiday greeting Buy a ratchet for the holiday heathin They might be doin holiday squeezin, ya dig?[chorus x2]I want it all from racetracks to the ball games Now we race fast in the porsche thing I gotta ball gettin cash of 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 seventy and i pops the wing A little car trivia Every car giddy up Like a clidesdale The mood is right and im high as hell Big trucks through the snow like a one horse slay The v-12 come with five hundred horsies And my whole team ballin and we all flossy Now im hearin piff while im sniffin the eggnog Pumpin my shit and im whippin the best cars Thats cuz we get dough So this year mommy benz with the red bow You know we gettin dollas like preflow Holiday season so we sippin on the xo[chorus x2]Its christmas time everybody jolly Feel it blood everybody wanna party Get ya flag on red rags out Feelin good pull the red jags out(gettin money)We gonna ball at the red lights Shit pretty bitches, blind a ho with the head lights I heard lotus poppin Alotta pretty bitches with the fishnet stockings Hit the club by the bar route Where the dutches at get the jars out(lets get high blood)And put the piffy in the air I aint that bent dont skip me, give it here And we could one two step Throw ya gang up what hood you rep (nine tres)And everybody spazz out Get blowed homie til you fuckin pass out Its christmas[chorus x2]