Jim Jones: Dipset xmas time

Livin fast and ballin at christmas time[jones:]Its fin to be a good christmas this yearSanta know when you're good or bad, and we ballin[chrous:]The musics tightThe block is stuffedWe here toniteAnd thats whats upLivin fast and ballin at christmas timeLivin fast its a dipset christmas timeLookIm tryna live everday like its christmasI shovel yay so everyday a nigga risk thisBlow from the copeyesFeelin like popeyesCuz im in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuitMy niggas get the same thing every yearDifferent mew new year match the color with they hairAnd you know it cost kitty if i wearA red monkey on the jeans eleven hundred for the pairMight show em how to ball this year yeah the dogs the fresh london fog this yearPut the box up pull out the foxy long hairFresh ta death might open a mourge this yearThats how im feelin holiday season(sqaud up)Thats the holiday greetingBuy a ratchet for the holiday heathinThey might be doin holiday squeezin, ya dig?[chorus x2]I want it all from racetracks to the ball gamesNow we race fast in the porsche thingI 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 wingA little car triviaEvery car giddy upLike a clidesdaleThe mood is right and im high as hellBig trucks through the snow like a one horse slayThe v-12 come with five hundred horsiesAnd my whole team ballin and we all flossyNow im hearin piff while im sniffin the eggnogPumpin my shit and im whippin the best carsThats cuz we get doughSo this year mommy benz with the red bowYou know we gettin dollas like preflowHoliday season so we sippin on the xo[chorus x2]Its christmas time everybody jollyFeel it blood everybody wanna partyGet ya flag on red rags outFeelin good pull the red jags out(gettin money)We gonna ball at the red lightsShit pretty bitches, blind a ho with the head lightsI heard lotus poppinAlotta pretty bitches with the fishnet stockingsHit the club by the bar routeWhere the dutches at get the jars out(lets get high blood)And put the piffy in the airI aint that bent dont skip me, give it hereAnd we could one two stepThrow ya gang up what hood you rep (nine tres)And everybody spazz outGet blowed homie til you fuckin pass outIts christmas[chorus x2]