Cueen - Mrs. Claus Lyrics

They say its Christmas time
Really its Robbin Season
Niggas a run down on anybody
For any reason
Bitches up in the club
Counting up every dollar
We got them kids at home
Its time to get that paper proper

They say its Christmas time
Really, it's Robbin season
Niggas a run down on anybody
For any reason
Bitches up in the club
Counting up every dollar
We got them kids at home
It's time to get that paper proper Shawty

Niggas packing pistols
Bitches out here scheming
We gone bust yo window
Get it by any means though

Niggas packing Pistols
Bitches out here scheming
We gone bust yo windows
Get it by any means though

If Santa Claus so real
Then where his money at
Im tryna Break his ass
Rob a nigga without the gat
Get him ass up
Face down to the Mat
Thinking to myself
Where Santa keep that wallet at?
Took the nigga boots
And a gift bag
Keys to the sleigh
Now I'm running to the back
Then it dawned on me
Bitch the wallet in the hat
Call me Mrs. Claus
Cuz hoe
I'm finna bless the track!
Let's GO!
Let's Go
Let's Go

Niggas packing pistols
Bitches out here scheming
We gone bust yo window
Get it by any means though
Lets Go
Niggas packing Pistols
Bitches out here scheming
We gone bust yo windows
Get it by any means though
Niggas packing Pistols
Bitches out here scheming
We gone bust yo windows
Get it by any means though

Yea you know
I used to Cueen
But now I'm Mrs Claus bitch
I might let you be my elf
You know
Little bitty bitch
Little bitty bitty bitch
I'm Mrs Claus
You a elf
Remember that