[Intro]

Haha, what the f—? (H-H-Holiday Season)

What the f—?

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, 'Sace suits out this Rolls, we look like the Italian Mob

'Sace shoes, 'Sace robe, make my crib feel like the spa

Not no bag, I can't go, I need ten upon arrival

Contraband in my trunk, so I'm careful when I'm drivin', huh

[Chorus]

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor

I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want it

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor

The gas in my bag could put a man on the Moon

[Verse 2]

H-Head rushin', face hot, Louis store, playtime

Furry coat, Maison, t-ten pairs, same kind

We can't wine and dine, baby, this a one-and-done, baby

I'm just not the one for you, I'm too low on time, or somethin'

Listen, probably chop somеthin' up, but I'm not makin' friends with your ass, it's just how it is

Whenevеr this shit get ugly, I gotta pretend to be happy, you know how it is

But if you see a chance for us, say somethin', baby, 'cause I got no idea

I'm pushin' this Phantom hard, drivin' this ho like I ain't pass my test

[Chorus]

My pants fallin' down, ash on the floor (My pants falling, it's ash on the floor)

I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want it (I'm fine, fine, throw it, throw it, throw it)

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor (Throw it, throw it, ash on the, ash)

The gas in my bag could put a man on the Moon, huh (Could put a man on the Moon)

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor (Pants, pants, ash ash, it's ash on the floor)

I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want (Yeah, yeah throw that ass if you want, yeah)

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor ( Yeah, pants, pants, ash, ash)

The gas in my bag could put a man on the Moon, huh (Throw it, throw it, throw it)

[Verse 3]

Windows tinted, Forgiato, fucked her with four hoes inside it

B-Buenos días, hola, mami, maybe I could call you wifey

Change the pace, I take her down to SoHo, got your ho excited

Italiano leather jacket, this shit cost a fuckin' Audi

They like, "Why is ian blowin' up?" Bitch, y'all the ones who did it

I don't hear him talkin' 'bout no funds, I'm probably not gon' listen

You don't make them pockets big as fuck, I'm probably not gon' fit 'em

I just bought some brand-new Jordan 1s, I can't even touch the rim

[Chorus]

P-Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor

I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want it

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor

The gas in my bag could put a man on the Moon, huh

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor

I'm fine either way, throw that ass if you want it

Pants fallin' down, ash on the floor

The gas in my bag could put a man on the Moon

[Outro]

It's Holiday Season, bitch