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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
J. White Did It
J. White Did It
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
White Anthony G
White Anthony G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
J. White Did It
J. White Did It
Producer
Maximillian Deak
Maximillian Deak
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Woah
East Atlanta Santa
Jumping out the Phantom
[Verse 2]
Jingle bales
Bales on the scale
Fishscale same color eggs (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)
Tryna duck the feds
Just bust a **** head
'Cause this **** tried to play with my bread (Huh? Pussy)
[Verse 3]
Jingle bales (Jingle)
Motherfuck 12 (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 asleep in your bed
[Verse 4]
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
Wrestling with the work
Get in the kitchen like Bautista
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
Drip super fly, I'm too rich for even 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 stalking me, she jocking me
She watch me like a private eye
Mob guy, wise guy
Your boyfriend a small fry
Drop top, winter time
'Cause I can't be the fall guy (Brr!)
Ball until you fall out
I just tried buy the mall out
[Verse 5]
Jingle bales
Bales on the scale
Fishscale same color eggs (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tryna duck the feds
Just bust a **** head
'Cause this **** tried to play with my bread
[Verse 6]
Jingle bales (Jingle)
Motherfuck 12 (Fuck 'em)
I'ma drop a bag on your head (Yeah, yeah)
The neighbors won't tell
And we left no shells
It's a dead man asleep in your bed
Written by: Anthony Germaine White, Radric Delantic Davis
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