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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Mitchell, Tyler Meeks, Spencer Jewesson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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