"Tis The Season" lyrics

Can you turn those bells up?
I need a little bit more jingle
Jingle, jingle, jingle, it's Christmas time

'Tis the season to be naughty
Back it up and shake your body
Make your list and check it twice
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
Fill the bank roll, check the price
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
'Tis the season to be naughty

Run it back like a Christmas movie
Home alone in the mirror grooving
All I want is some bright red rubies
And a fine man to bring 'em to me
UPS bring that BDE, talking
VVS, talking Tiffany
It's that YSL with the jingle bells
Don't get what I want then I'm raising hell

She want some BB, some Fendi
Gabbana, some Gucci
Laurent, CELINE
McQueen and her Louis

All in her red
'Cause the devil wear Prada
Ho ho ho for Balenciaga
Ho ho ho for Balenciaga

'Tis the season to be naughty
Back it up and shake your body
Make your list check it twice
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
Fill the bank roll, check the price
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
'Tis the season to be naughty

Start the sleigh 'cause we going to the North Pole
Red bottoms look nice with the red nose
Call me Frosty, yeah I keep it ice cold
Call me Santa, yeah I roll with three hoes
Oh, holy night
Twelve reindeers on a private flight
Oh, bitch I might
Go duffy duffy duffy before daylight

Oh, you better call Mrs Claus
Hit the deck and then the halls
I'm on your bitch's wish list
Damn, I want Big Freedia for Christmas

'Tis the season to be naughty
Back it up and shake your body
Make your list and check it twice
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
Fill the bank roll, check the price
What you, what you want now
What you, what you want now
'Tis the season to be naughty