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