Santa Claus lyrics

[Intro]
(Ay tjay, you made this?)

[Chorus: Sweezy]
Walk in the club
Designer all over my body
These b*tches looking up and down
When I walk through wit' the gang
We know how to get it lit, we gon' shut sh*t down
b*tch I got the sauce (Woah!)
Rickie on me, Ross (Woah!)
Walking like a boss
Sack full of racks like Santa Claus

[Verse 1: Sweezy]
Bad b*tch with me
Sipping on the Whitney
I know is a night that I'm about to get frisky (Uh)
It's so good she could feel it in her kidney
I know that tomorrow afternoon she gon' miss me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She tryna f*ck with the kid (On god)
She see my bag and count, it's a hunnid dollars
She think I'ma blow on a b*tch but no
Shawty said she turned on
'Cause I got that Louis Vuitton
I share a bed with the b*tch and all I was hearing was, "Oh my god!"
I guess I'm too elite
When it comes to being a freak
'Cause shawty say she got a man but it's funny 'cause watch she need, uh-
She been running to me
[Bridge: Sweezy]
It's only been one night and she calling me the man
She say, "Sweezy got them magic", uh, uh, Alakazam!

[Chorus: Sweezy]
Walk in the club
Designer all over my body
These b*tches looking up and down
When I walk through wit' the gang
We know how to get it lit, we gon' shut sh*t down
b*tch I got the sauce (Woah!)
Rickie on me, Ross (Woah!)
Walking like a boss
Sack full of racks like Santa Claus

[Verse 2: Mills]
Sack on my body when I walk in
In the Maybach wit' a bad b*tch topless
All black, ten [?] when I'm moving cautious
Fall back, you don't wanna come and try to top this
Watch yo' step (Step)
Run up on me, I'ma cause a threat (Threat)
Walk in the party I watch 'em all get wet
Been all up on my body, I'm rocking all black [?]
Hit a b*tch wit' a [?], I know that she wanna run sh*t back
Too cold when I'm in it
Switch flows every minute
Got a b*tch at the telly she lookin' downtown finished
I be dribblin' and dribblin' like [?] did it
I put like two in his back, he got that John [?], fitted
Look at all these diamonds on me, dance, dance, dancin'
Rockstar living feel like Marilyn Manson
I'ma beat it, beat it to the b*tch not standin' no more
[Bridge: Mills]
I said, "What's the cause of this?"
Sorry 'bout my body I been coughin' it
6'5 baby I'm hard to miss
Mask up just like I'm anonymous

[Chorus: Sweezy, Sweezy & Mills]
Walk in the club
Designer all over my body
These b*tches looking up and down
When I walk through wit' the gang
We know how to get it lit, we gon' shut sh*t down
b*tch I got the sauce (Woah!)
Rickie on me, Ross (Woah!)
Walking like a boss
Sack full of racks like Santa Claus