40th of December (feat. Kris R., Young Fatty, Tury, GeezyDee, and CARABIN3)

Money Makers

Do I keep it lit? Always
And party hard until the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for the hurting
Say it's going to the ninth, that one doesn't lie

Today I'm not going out without my gun, babe, you won't sleep alone tonight
The urge for some action's got me in control
I ditched the loser and that means (whoa) I'm fresh from the iron to the cap
Everything comes in packages, from the drugs to the real deal
The car's got two bullet holes, it's from the shootout (bang)
If the party's wild, I'm gonna give it a beatdown
I don't fake it, bro, check out these kicks
Blessings, mama, I'm hitting the streets (amen)
I'm doing it right, I'm a wild one when I mess up
I party in Ibiza so the little lady can get wild
I step out and melt the taco so the old year can blow up

Chillin' with your girl, blowing smoke, just vibing, all the time
Rocking a new look and some fresh kicks, pure pro max piranha
No ducks here, we fry a bomb for the 24th's debut (haha)
One girl, man, no, I want two
A big bag for the girls, brought by the baby Jesus
The small ones are for tossing the two foxes (hey)
When I was born, the first fit from the old man was Hugo Boss

Do I keep it lit? Always (yuck)
And party hard until the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for the hurting
Say it's going to the ninth, that one doesn't lie
Do I keep it lit? Always
And party hard until the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for the hurting
Say it's going to the ninth, that one doesn't lie

Today I'm getting drunk, acting up and fighting (yeah)
God help me if I don't get laid tonight
A little Christmas treat, a YZ or JP
Or if it gets crazy, we freeze Santa's sleigh
Gifts for everyone, for the whole block
If you're not down, step aside, if there's trouble, kick rocks
I handle the Christmas girls, I don't want no drama
Old man, shut up with the noise, a dog that bites doesn't bark
Come here, we light candles and I light one up too
Shut down the block, the party's on from Friday to Sunday
I'm just looking for the catch, don't worry, I'll snag it
I did a raffle to see who I’d hook up with, you won, my love, bingo

I don't forget the old year because it left me with some good times

Do I look lit? Always (huh?)
And party hard until the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for the hurting
Say it's going to the ninth, that one doesn't lie

As you can see, my brother, you don't know what style is
I got the moves to win, you know?

Everything's chill, everything's fine
The Versace crew, the Valentino kicks
I cover my face like the Chinese do
And the girls tell me I dress divine (chill, babe)
Gifts for all my people because it's December
I shut down the block and celebrate with some liquor
The street's on fire, the hood's hot
But I ain't worried, this is my people's zone
Check out the Christmas treats, take them to the crib
While I smoke a blunt with José Candela
Things are wild, the vibe is chill
We tossed the keys, but we didn't feel bad
Roll it, smoke it, weed, chronic
You know, babe, everything you need
Come to the plaza, you're invited
But at night, let that thing loose

I'm freshly dripped
I copped the Jordans on Farfetch
And I got pockets for the master in the Nike Tech
From the video of the banger, I'm gonna drop some merch
And look at that mess, I ain't stressing
Stocking up and stocking up, I look like the cachaco
Don't mess with my hustle, don't count the heists
I'm moving forward, a tough cat
And if they catch me, it's 'cause I looked too skinny
From baby Jesus, I asked for a Springfield Echelon
And a line of girls in the body of Shen Long
Calimeñas to style even the canecalón
And a super taco in my pocket to look like a jam

Do I keep it lit? Always
And party hard until the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for the hurting
Say it's going to the ninth, that one doesn't lie

The party's on, I'm celebrating all year long
I don't repeat a crew, I debut every day
If the stew's messed up, we throw in the chicken
I'm hitting it in the room while the Ven, Ven, Ven plays
The girls are already paid, if you don't hook up, you're a loser
I take her to Motivos, I pick her up short
Doesn't matter if she has a boyfriend, babe, what does that mean?
The 24th with me, the 31st with the friend
Blasting fireworks, the Draco shakes the cars
Baby Jesus put two girls under the tree
Fresh and smelling good, I filled the jar with Santal
If the action's coming in hot, I step up

Do I keep it lit? Always
And party hard until the 40th of December
A little gift for one and another for the hurting
Say it's going to the ninth, that one doesn't lie

Sister, don't show mercy on these fools
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