Dipset X-Mas Time by Jim Jones Lyrics
[Intro]
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's finna be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you good or bad
And we ballin'
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Verse 1]
Look, I'm tryna live every day like it's Christmas (For real)
I shovel yay so every day a nigga risk this
Low from the cop eyes, feelin' like Popeyes
'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit
My bitches get the same thing every year (What)
Different Miu Miu pair, match the colors with they hair (Yes sir)
And know it cost kitty if I wear Red Monkey on my ass
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 to death, might open a morgue this year
That's how I'm feelin' holiday season (Squad up)
That's the holiday greetin'
Buy ratchets for the holiday heathens
They might be doin' holiday squeezings, ya dig?
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Verse 2]
I want it all from racetracks to the ball games (Vroom)
Now we race fast in the Porsche thing (Beep-beep)
I gotta ball, gettin' cash off the raw cane (He 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 out pops the wing (Uh-oh)
A little car trivia, every car giddy-up like a Clydesdale (Horses)
The mood is right and I'm high as hell (I'm twisted)
Big trucks through the snow like a one-horse sleigh (Range)
The V-12 come with five hundred horses
And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy
Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sippin' the eggnog (Twisted)
Bumpin' my shit and I'm whippin' the best cars (Juice)
That's 'cause we get dough
So this year, mommy, Benz with the red bow (Mommy)
You know we gettin' dollars like Creflo
Holiday season, so we sippin' on the XO (Jingle bell, nigga)
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Verse 3]
It's Bristmas time, everybody jolly (Where the bottles at?)
Feelin' good, everybody wanna parley (What's good, homies?)
Get ya flag on, red rags out (Soo woo)
Feelin' good, pull the red jags out (Gettin' money)
We gon' ball at the red lights
Sittin' pretty bitch, blind a hoe with the headlights (What up, bitch?)
Uh, I heard Lotus poppin'
A lotta pretty bitches with the fishnet stockings
Hit the club, buy the bar out
Where the dutches at? Nigga, get the jars out (Let's get high, Blood)
And put the piffy in the air
I ain't that bent, don't skip me, give it here (What's good, man?)
And we could one-two step
Throw your gang up, what hood you rep? (Nine Trey)
And everybody spazz out
Get blowed, homie, 'til you fuckin' pass out, it's Bristmas
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Outro]
Hey, hey
Have a very merry Christmas
Have a Dipset Christmas
And a happy New Year
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's finna be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you good or bad
And we ballin'
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Verse 1]
Look, I'm tryna live every day like it's Christmas (For real)
I shovel yay so every day a nigga risk this
Low from the cop eyes, feelin' like Popeyes
'Cause I'm in the coupe with a chicken and a biscuit
My bitches get the same thing every year (What)
Different Miu Miu pair, match the colors with they hair (Yes sir)
And know it cost kitty if I wear Red Monkey on my ass
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 to death, might open a morgue this year
That's how I'm feelin' holiday season (Squad up)
That's the holiday greetin'
Buy ratchets for the holiday heathens
They might be doin' holiday squeezings, ya dig?
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Verse 2]
I want it all from racetracks to the ball games (Vroom)
Now we race fast in the Porsche thing (Beep-beep)
I gotta ball, gettin' cash off the raw cane (He 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 out pops the wing (Uh-oh)
A little car trivia, every car giddy-up like a Clydesdale (Horses)
The mood is right and I'm high as hell (I'm twisted)
Big trucks through the snow like a one-horse sleigh (Range)
The V-12 come with five hundred horses
And my whole team ballin' and we all flossy
Now I'm hearin' piff while I'm sippin' the eggnog (Twisted)
Bumpin' my shit and I'm whippin' the best cars (Juice)
That's 'cause we get dough
So this year, mommy, Benz with the red bow (Mommy)
You know we gettin' dollars like Creflo
Holiday season, so we sippin' on the XO (Jingle bell, nigga)
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Verse 3]
It's Bristmas time, everybody jolly (Where the bottles at?)
Feelin' good, everybody wanna parley (What's good, homies?)
Get ya flag on, red rags out (Soo woo)
Feelin' good, pull the red jags out (Gettin' money)
We gon' ball at the red lights
Sittin' pretty bitch, blind a hoe with the headlights (What up, bitch?)
Uh, I heard Lotus poppin'
A lotta pretty bitches with the fishnet stockings
Hit the club, buy the bar out
Where the dutches at? Nigga, get the jars out (Let's get high, Blood)
And put the piffy in the air
I ain't that bent, don't skip me, give it here (What's good, man?)
And we could one-two step
Throw your gang up, what hood you rep? (Nine Trey)
And everybody spazz out
Get blowed, homie, 'til you fuckin' pass out, it's Bristmas
[Chorus]
Music's tight, my pockets stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast, it's Dipset Christmas time
[Outro]
Hey, hey
Have a very merry Christmas
Have a Dipset Christmas
And a happy New Year