Ballin' on Christmas - Stack Bundles, Jim Jones, J.R. Writer

Christmas cheers

Dipset’s here

Balling every day

They say Santa knows who was being naughty or nice

I hope I don’t get penalized for what I did with the rice

Name Bundles — you can just imagine the life

I love Christmas — I can just imagine the white

The trees, the candy canes

The holidays remind me of the game

The reindeers remind me of the Range (supercharged!)

Icicles remind me of the ring

She seen the videos, she like the fadeaway dance

I want to kiss her like I got a mistletoe in my pants

She looking at my neck like, «Damn!

You must have blew your whole advance down at the Colosseum»

Ma, the kitty is major

Without b-day, love, let me upgrade ya

You know giving’s in a rapping nature

So all I want for Christmas is some rapping paper

Deck the halls, it’s a Dipset Christmas

We all ball, it’s a Dipset Christmas

Fa la la la la, a Dipset Christmas

We fly high, it’s a Dipset Christmas

Deck the halls, it’s a Dipset Christmas

We all ball, it’s a Dipset Christmas

In all my years standing on one hundred twelfth

Never seen Santa, no elves

Seen a couple mans go to jail

Trying to get Christmas money off gram sales

And that ain’t work out (it's a shame)

They say Santa know you good or you bad

Gotta make an exception — we in the hood, living fast

The cash that we get, I admit it’s kind of fast

But we gotta pay the rent, put some clothes on our ass

I’m thinking foreign so Christmas morning

Cars with on them make the broads get up on 'I'm

Niggas upstate, well, this one is for 'em

Until you come home, I’m a keep on balling

So you can tell Kris Kringle

When he in the party he can bump my single

No introduction, I’m the man on the mic

You all know the boy flyer than Santa at night

Me and Santa alike — know why?

I’m getting cake here

I grab a ho ho ho, and make it rain, dear

So fix your face, queer — course I’m raw

On or off of tour, I’m a boss for sure

Talking war?

Your doggie dog floss a four

That’ll give you lead poisoning cause it’s off the wall

I’m a player, fuck the constant haters

Around here I call the shots like a commentator

These ain’t your common gators stepping on a punk

I had to go get these fresh up out the swamp

Weaponry to launch, grab it out the pocket

You think, «Damn, how this nigga carrying a rocket?»

Flashy for a profit

Cause it’s kind of funny that my lawyer kind of clumsy

How he catch a case and drop it