JR Writer - Ballin' On Xmas lyrics

[Hook: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers Dipset's here Ballin' every day [Verse 1: Stack Bundles] 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 [Refrain: Stack Bundles] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] 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 a** I'm thinking foreign so Christmas morning Cars with ? on them make the broads get up on 'im n***as upstate, well, this one is for 'em Until you come home, I'mma keep on balling So you can tell Kris Kringle When he in the party he can bump my single [Hook] [Verse 3: J.R. Writer] 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, f** 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 n***a 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 [Refrain] [Hook]