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? 



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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]