Santa Video (MV)

Money hanging out my pocket like a bandana
I got all my jewels on me like I'm Santana
Double cup, it's ciroq mixed with a fanta
Big and I'm gifted she think I'm Santa
Make a nigga say Aye like I'm from Atlanta
How it's going up and down like, turning channels
Thick like a country bama, look hard to handle
Told her I came wit a bag, now she think I'm Santa
Big bottle of ciroq on my puffy shit
Drink hen, but tonight this wut I'm f*cking with (that white)
Long day, plus my lady on that other shit (she tripping)
I hit the club to find me another bitch (switch)
Up in bliss, getting blitz like a quarterback (Cam)
LaBoo wings in the back, where my order at (that sauce)
Gave the bitch a zip, and only got quarter back
Told her I ain't dat drunk, you done brought that
I told you roll something, you thought I said hold something (for real)
Damn girl, I know you thick but dat mean nothing (at all)
You don't get a pass cause you gotta fat ass (not with me)
You the baddest in the club, you getting all the cash (you got it)
Gotta use a trash bag like you raking leaves (rake it up)
That ain't all ones either, bitch please (yea right)
And God blessed you, no sneeze
Thick bad red bitch, Renni Rucci (the goat)
NOW HER DON'T MONEY FOLD LIKE A COAT SLEEVE
SHE OUTTA CONTROL, JANET JACME
I MEANT JANET JACKSON, SHE THE MAIN
ATTRACTION
KILLING EVERYTHANG, CHARLES MANSON
Money hanging out my pocket like a bandana
I got all my jewels on me like I'm Santana
Double cup, it's ciroq mixed with a fanta
Big and I'm gifted she think I'm Santa
Make a nigga say Aye like I'm from Atlanta
How it's going up and down like, turning channels
Thick like a country bama, look hard to handle
Told her I came with a bag, now she think I'm Santa
Club full of bad bitches and they all hungry
I must smell like money cause they all on me (on me)
I told her the world yours, ask Tony (Montana)
She on her grand hustle shit, Macboney
Working like that song me and bandough got (she working)
Fresh like a king, Camelot (fresh)
I done touch more Os then connect the dots
She done been on more poles then metal shop (laugh)
Heavy metal, hard rock, all I do is loud (gas)
John coffee, nigga I done burn a green mile
I ain't tripping, you ain't thick, yeah that seem foul (I know)
But I like em when they make your head turn, owl (aww)
Money hanging out my pocket like a bandana
I got all my jewels on me like I'm Santana
Double cup, it's ciroq mixed with a fanta
Big and I'm gifted she think I'm Santa
Make a nigga say Aye like I'm from Atlanta
How it's going up and down like, turning channels
Thick like a country bama, look hard to handle
Told her I came with a bag, now she think I'm Santa