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]