Jingle Bales (Intro) - Gucci Mane

Woah
East Atlanta Santa
Jumpin' out the Phantom
Huh
Go

Jingle bales
Bales on the scale (Bale)
Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna duck the feds
Just bust a nigga head
'Cause these niggas tried to play with my bread (Huh?
Pussy)

Jingle bales (Jingle)
Motherfuck 12

I'ma drop a bag on your head (Wack 'em, kill 'em)
The neighbors won't tell, and we left no shells

It's a dead man 'sleep in your bad (Ooh
Go)

Jingle
Jingle
I'm Kris Kringle
Tryna stack my chips up
Tall like Pringles
The work came darker, the price got cheaper

Coke like Christmas and pints like Easter

Hustlin' with the work
Get in the kitchen like Batista

Shake the pot
Shake the pot
Shake it like a seizure
Charge your boy the super high
Sell it 'fore it's even dry
Gucci the executive, but I don't wear a suit and tie

Dressed super fly
I'm too rich even for Uber rides
Can't even go outside
Everywhere I'm recognized

Gucci Mane a model now
They need me to advertise
Pull up in an Avatar
Hybrid with some stupid ice

She stalkin' me, she jackin' me, she watch me like a private eye
Mob guy
Washed guy
Your boyfriend a small fry

Drop top
Winter time, 'cause I can't be the fall guy

Ballin' till you fall out, I just trapped out the mall out

Jingle bales (Jingle)
Bales on the scale (Bale)
Fish scale same color as (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna duck the feds, just bust a nigga head

'Cause these niggas tried to play with my bread (Wack 'em
Hoo)

Jingle bales (Jingle)
Motherfuck 12

I'ma drop a bag on your head (Damn, damn)
The neighbors won't tell, and we left no shells

It's a dead man 'sleep in your bad (Ooh)