B.O.B. - 'Tis the Season lyrics

[Intro: B.o.B.] This is not a Chirstmas song 'cus Bobby doesn't celebrate Christmas [Verse: Jaque Beats and B.o.B.] Yeah, 'tis the season with a n***a named Jaque Beatz (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Flow so cold, spittin fire on a hot beat (Fa la la la la, la la la la) And grab your gifts 'cus hoes be hoeing (Hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe, hoe hoe hoe) And Santa copped a brick got that motherf**er snowing (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Ho ho ho Whoa, Santa, whoa Is that a pistol and are the tips hollow? Yeah, you're f**ing right and you can die tonight I ain't got no money, got a .35 I could borrow Hell f**ing no you couldn't pay me back tomorrow I know you and Jack Frost ain't so cool Man f** Jack Frost he can f**ing die too Imma pay you back I wouldn't play you like a fool (Fa la la la la, la la la la) Man, shut the f** up No, no, no! *gunshot*