And now what happened with all those that talked
I went right past them and laugh in their faces
I'm at the North Pole, stacking ice
I already got the chain and my mouth frozen
I'm like Santa, the pieces are plenty
I know that they idolize me, copy me if you can afford it
Being a star tires you, but it fills the belly
And to those that throw bad vibes at me, I say that
I'm like Santa, doing 200 in a sleigh
I'm heading to the studio smoking and they glare at me
I don't believe them anymore
You talk street, but on my street everybody fell
I'm like Santa, doing 200 in a sleigh
I'm heading to the studio smoking and they glare at me
You talk street, but on my street everybody fell
That's why she asks for lighter, lighter
She looks for me at night, night
Because I do make her jump, jump
And it doesn't fit inside my pants
Babe, get on top of me, you'll scratch my back for sure
She tells me that she wants a kid and nope
You tell me and I lay it on you but don't ask for punishment
If you're not gonna eat it
On my street, everybody fell and in my face, everybody shut up
Your hoe wants Christmas flow, asks me to gift her wood
Your crew has their snout open from how much they s*cked me off
I walked into the club and they didn't see me, papi I'm in a private VIP
Look how that ass bounces
She always walks around in little clothes
Tell me, king, 'cause money rains
Between her boobs, I pour champagne
She didn't know me until she hit play
I have her hooked like cocaine
I'm like Santa, doing 200 in a sleigh
I'm heading to the studio smoking and they glare at me
I don't believe you anymore, you talk street
But on my street everybody fell
I'm like Santa, doing 200 in a sleigh
I'm heading to the studio smoking and they glare at me
I don't believe you anymore, you talk street
But on my street everybody fell
All your friends saw me
Flexing at 4AM around the hood and shirtless
With the music blasting, the patrol car stared at us
And I went by like nothing, with ten and a half grams
And now they come to talk to me about the streets
All those kids, take off the costumes
Criticize whatever suits you, it's trendy to diss me
But I'm in a Beemer, their messages don't get through
Blue blood, all my blood froze
It's that, bae, I miss your heat
Just forget all the bad that happened, that happened, that happened
I'm like Santa, doing 200 in a sleigh
I'm heading to the studio and those fakes glare at me
I don't believe you anymore, you talk street
But there's no street, everybody fell
My glass overflows, nothing happens
I spend my time waiting in the early hours
Just come over, that way you'll be better, ma'
I want your heat, ma', let's run away
My glass overflows, nothing happens
I spend my time waiting in the early hours
Just come over, that way you'll be better, ma'
I want your heat, ma', let's run away
I'm like Santa, doing 200 in a sleigh
I'm heading to the studio smoking and they glare at me
I don't believe them anymore
You talk street, but on my street everybody fell
I'm like Santa, doing 200 in a sleigh
I'm heading to the studio smoking and they glare at me
You talk street, but on my street everybody fell