St. Nick

Ski Yeah, n-, aye Phew, phew On gang, yea Let do, uh, let do I've been busy gettin' to them racks, my bag look like St. Nick Your luh bitch gon' fuck just 'cause I got that sack I swear these hoes ain't shit I'm chasin' this cake, n- I'm gettin' to the cheese I'm doin' this shit so quick These n- always hatin' on me, I feel like Veeze Luh bitch, get off my dick These n- down bad on they ass, ain't gettin' no cheese I swear that shit ain't it N- I'm so P, ion' even think you can name a bid bitch That I ain't hit I stayed on the grind, I know n- ain't believing the kid I still ain't quit N-, I got too many flows and too many ho-ho-hoes just like St. Nick On gang, n- I got too many hoes I swear I can't even pick On gang, n- I got so much racks in my pocket, it can't even fit On gang, yeah This n- broke as a joke, luh boy you funny as shit On gang, n- Don't wanna talk on the phone if it ain't 'bout money and shit (Bitch boy) Don't wanna talk on the phone, n- just leave me alone Bitch, I'm on my zone Like hoe, what the fuck is you on, told the bitch that I'm a dog and I just wanna bone, I'm a dog and I just wanna bone I don't even need me a stylist to put that shit on I'm finna get in my zone Take a n- bitch and I bet he's still playing my song I'm on a flight right now bitch I'm on the way to come turn up yo' city N- ain't gettin' no dough, you broke as a joke You gotta be kidding N- I stay on the grind, my hoes too fine, yea All of 'em pretty, yea I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine bitches With me I've been busy gettin' to them racks, my bag look like St. Nick Your luh bitch gon' fuck just 'cause I got that sack I swear these hoes ain't shit I'm chasin' this cake, nigga I'm gettin' to the cheese I'm doin' this shit so quick These n- always hatin' on me, I feel like Veeze Luh bitch, get off my dick These n- down bad on they ass, ain't gettin' no cheese I swear that shit ain't it N- I'm so P, ion' even think you can name a bid bitch That I ain't hit I stayed on the grind, I know n- ain't believing the kid I still ain't quit N-, I got too many flows and too many ho-ho-hoes just like St. Nick I've been busy gettin' to them racks, my bag look like St. Nick Your luh bitch gon' fuck just 'cause I got that sack I swear these hoes ain't shit I'm chasin' this cake, n- I'm gettin' to the cheese I'm doin' this shit so quick These n- always hatin' on me, I feel like Veeze Luh bitch, get off my dick