[00:00.00] 作词 : Dave East
[00:01.00] 作曲 : David Brewster
[00:14.51]Holiday Season
[00:16.89]I talked to god like I'm about to die (die)
[00:18.84]I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
[00:20.66]They paid no attention, was walking by (walking)
[00:22.60]Outside looking for smokers to start they high
[00:24.63]It was 7 am in my auntie building
[00:26.61]My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)
[00:28.75]You won't put in no work but you want a million? (huh?)
[00:30.51]Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin')
[00:32.53]I got no pics on Kairi
[00:33.97]New Glock 9 on my hip,
[00:34.97]You get clipped if you reachin' (boom)
[00:36.08]Make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach
[00:37.95]We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese
[00:40.08]You say my name on a single,
[00:41.45]My niggas gon' lean you,
[00:42.69]We'll be at your album release (facts)
[00:44.10]Jay might pick me up, we just got him a jeep
[00:45.93]Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks
[00:48.09]If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna,
[00:49.30]They bite like piranhas,
[00:50.53]I probably Versace my teeth
[00:52.07]Send threats on the net but be hiding from me
[00:54.04]I play Soho that's why this designer on me
[00:55.95]Middle of the projects momma dying on me
[00:57.84]You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean)
[00:59.89]This ain't Smack DVD, ain't no battling me
[01:01.87]'Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me
[01:04.00]I got a b***h, came from Russia,
[01:05.33]Don't understand her when I **** her,
[01:06.95]Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
[01:08.07]I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
[01:09.54]I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker,
[01:11.01]We laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
[01:12.18]I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
[01:13.44]I got your b***h all through the gutter,
[01:14.98]I just told her bust it
[01:15.96]We got them sticks on us in public
[01:17.51]I cannot kick it for nothing, might **** up your budget
[01:20.05]I got a b***h you can't touch
[01:21.48]Can't understand her when I **** her,
[01:22.99]Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
[01:23.96]I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
[01:25.51]I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker,
[01:26.88]We laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
[01:28.15]I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
[01:29.42]I got your b***h all through the gutter,
[01:30.97]I just told her bust it
[01:32.04]We got them sticks on us in public
[01:33.87]I cannot kick it for nothing, might **** up your budget
[01:36.01]Drum on me, don't play percussion
[01:37.62]**** her so good, she be cussing
[01:39.02]You got low with a onion (ay)
[01:40.10]I got this shit out the dungeon
[01:41.35]I don't owe nobody nothing
[01:42.98]This pistol is Russian
[01:44.09]Matter of fact, this b***h is German
[01:45.64]Couldn't get nothing from niggas, shit , I had to earn it
[01:47.98]I got some Gelato, let's burn it
[01:49.69]Gun on me with no license, I don't got no permit
[01:51.98]Money, got it straight, look like I permed it
[01:54.02]**** the DA, I don't care about the verdict
[01:56.09]Niggas violate, most likely got murdered
[01:58.10]She ain't tryna ****, most likely I curved it
[02:00.14]She let me hit it, couldn't understand her
[02:01.85]She ain't wanna job, she just wanna scam
[02:03.78]I'm really from the trenches working on my manners
[02:05.93]Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers
[02:08.02]One day, they keep taking pictures, so we took his camera
[02:09.98]Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma
[02:11.94]Afterparty at the crib, left with all the dancers
[02:14.02]Poise spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer
[02:15.93]Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances
[02:17.99]Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances
[02:20.04]Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing
[02:21.91]Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome
[02:24.02]I got a b***h, came from Russia,
[02:25.54]Don't understand her when I **** her,
[02:26.98]Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
[02:28.16]I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
[02:29.56]I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker,
[02:30.92]We laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
[02:32.12]I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
[02:33.47]I got your b***h all through the gutter,
[02:34.96]I just told her bust it
[02:36.05]We got them sticks on us in public
[02:37.51]I cannot kick it for nothing, might **** up your budget

作词 : Dave East
作曲 : David Brewster
Holiday Season
I talked to god like I'm about to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by (walking)
Outside looking for smokers to start they high
It was 7 am in my auntie building
My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)
You won't put in no work but you want a million? (huh?)
Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin')
I got no pics on Kairi
New Glock 9 on my hip,
You get clipped if you reachin' (boom)
Make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach
We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese
You say my name on a single,
My niggas gon' lean you,
We'll be at your album release (facts)
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a jeep
Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks
If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna,
They bite like piranhas,
I probably Versace my teeth
Send threats on the net but be hiding from me
I play Soho that's why this designer on me
Middle of the projects momma dying on me
You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean)
This ain't Smack DVD, ain't no battling me
'Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me
I got a b***h, came from Russia,
Don't understand her when I **** her,
Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker,
We laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your b***h all through the gutter,
I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might **** up your budget
I got a b***h you can't touch
Can't understand her when I **** her,
Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker,
We laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your b***h all through the gutter,
I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might **** up your budget
Drum on me, don't play percussion
**** her so good, she be cussing
You got low with a onion (ay)
I got this shit out the dungeon
I don't owe nobody nothing
This pistol is Russian
Matter of fact, this b***h is German
Couldn't get nothing from niggas, shit , I had to earn it
I got some Gelato, let's burn it
Gun on me with no license, I don't got no permit
Money, got it straight, look like I permed it
**** the DA, I don't care about the verdict
Niggas violate, most likely got murdered
She ain't tryna ****, most likely I curved it
She let me hit it, couldn't understand her
She ain't wanna job, she just wanna scam
I'm really from the trenches working on my manners
Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers
One day, they keep taking pictures, so we took his camera
Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma
Afterparty at the crib, left with all the dancers
Poise spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer
Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances
Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances
Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing
Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome
I got a b***h, came from Russia,
Don't understand her when I **** her,
Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker,
We laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your b***h all through the gutter,
I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might **** up your budget