St. Nick lyrics

[Intro]
Ski
Yeah, n*gga, ayy
Shh, shh, oh, yeah
Yeah, let's do it, uh, let's do it

[Chorus]
I been busy gettin' to them racks, my bag look like Saint Nick (Look like Saint Nick, n*gga)
Yo' lil' b*tch gon' f*ck just 'cause I got that sack, I swear these hoes ain't sh*t (These hoes ain't sh*t)
I'm chasin this cake, n*gga, I'm gettin' to the cheese, I'm doin' this so quick (sh*t so quick, yeah)
These n*ggas always hatin' on me, I feel like Veeze, lil' b*tch, get off my di*k (Get off my di*k)
These n*ggas down bad on they ass (Yeah), ain't gettin' no cheese, I swear that sh*t ain't it (On gang, yeah)
n*gga, I'm so P, I don't even think you could name a bad b*tch that I ain't hit (On God, n*gga)
I stayed on the grind
I know n*ggas ain't believe in the kid, I still ain't quit (I still ain't quit, huh)
n*gga, I got too many flows and too many ho-ho-hoes just like Saint Nick (Just like Saint Nick)

[Verse]
On gang, n*gga
I got too many hoes, I swear, I can't even pick (I can't even pick)
On gang, n*gga
I got so much racks in my pocket, it can't even fit (Can't even fit)
On gang, yeah
This n*gga broke as a joke, lil' boy, you funny as sh*t
On gang, n*gga (Huh)
Don't wanna talk on the phone if it ain't about money and sh*t (b*tch, bye)
Don't wanna talk on the phone (Yeah), n*gga, just leave me alone
b*tch, I'm in my zone
Like ho, what the f*ck is you on? (My zone)
Told a b*tch that I'm a dog and I just wanna bone (Rrr)
I'm a dog and I just wanna bone
I don't even need me a stylist to put that sh*t on (I'ma put that sh*t on)
I'm finna get in my zone
Take a n*gga b*tch and I bet he still playin' my song (Haha, yeah)
I'm on a flight right now, b*tch, I'm on the way to come turn up your city (Turn up your city)
n*gga ain't gettin' no dough, you broke as a joke, you gotta be kiddin' (Gotta be kiddin', n*gga)
n*gga, I stay on the grind, my hoes too fine, yeah, all of them pretty (My b*tches pretty)
Yeah, I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine b*tches with me (n*gga)
[Chorus]
I been busy gettin' to them racks, my bag look like Saint Nick (Look like Saint Nick, huh)
Yo' lil' b*tch gon' f*ck just 'cause I got that sack, I swear these hoes ain't sh*t (These hoes ain't sh*t, n*gga)
I'm chasin this cake, n*gga, I'm gettin' to the cheese, I'm doin' this so quick (sh*t so quick, n*gga)
These n*ggas always hatin' on me, I feel like Veeze, lil' b*tch, get off my di*k (Get off my di*k)
These n*ggas down bad on they ass (On gang), ain't gettin' no cheese, I swear that sh*t ain't it (That sh*t ain't it, n*gga)
n*gga, I'm so P, I don't even think you could name a bad b*tch that I ain't hit (That ain't hit, n*gga)
I stayed on the grind (Yeah)
I know n*ggas ain't believe in the kid, I still ain't quit (I still ain't quit, n*gga)
n*gga, I got too many flows and too many ho-ho-hoes just like Saint Nick (Just like Saint Nick, yeah)

[Outro]
I been busy gettin' to them racks, my bag look like Saint Nick
Yo' lil' b*tch gon' f*ck just 'cause I got that sack, I swear these hoes ain't sh*t
I'm chasin this cake, n*gga, I'm gettin' to the cheese, I'm doin' this so quick
These n*ggas always hatin' on me, I feel like Veeze, lil' b*tch, get off my di*k