Reindeer Games

They think cause i got a red beard i’m Santa Claus
What kind of santa claus you know, that got a red beard
But shit, i got a fat sack for these hoes
They want something from me, I want something from them
You dig
I want my bag
I want my bag
I want my bag today
I want my bag
Im in my 747 all the way fly
Then i jumped in the 645
Now I’m in my Porsche 911 switching lanes
I want my bag
I want my bag
I want my bag today
I want my bag
Im in my 747 all the way fly
Then i jumped in the 645
Now I’m in my Porsche 911 switching lanes
(Skurr Skurr Yeah)
I want my bag
Fill it up and bring it back
Throw the hundreds on the table
Then i put a rubber band on every rack
Rack it up like its a pool table
8ball thats my cue
Put my balls in every whole
Like i treat a hoe with a low IQ
Look at my racks
I play dominoes with all my stacks
Look at my stacks
I get a hoe to blow me like a sax
I will come for you nigga
Im uncomfortable nigga
I will hunt for my money with all my Colombian niggas
And thats facts
I can’t help it that I’m agitated
You got half a day to get my bag or get dilapidated
Call your lawyer check the affidavit
Oh your money it evaporated
Your house you evacuated
The school of the hard knocks where I graduated
Hoe i know that you so mad i made it
I want my bag
Yea i wanna double it back
Yea I want enough to get more than a couple of bitches to sit on my lap
Yea I just bought me a Yukon
And I got a Suburban
And I’m sipping on Bourbon
So you know that I’m swur swur swur swerving
I want my bag
I want my bag
I want my bag today
I want my bag
Im in my 747 all the way fly
Then i jumped in the 645
Now I’m in my Porsche 911 switching lanes
I want my bag
I want my bag
I want my bag today
I want my bag
Im in my 747 all the way fly
Then i jumped in the 645
Now I’m in my Porsche 911 switching lanes
(Skurr Skurr Yeah)
I want my bag
I want my mula
Im usually the coolest cube in the cooler
Oh you so gangster behind a computer
Look at that
Couldn’t take it so i took it back
Took a bag, took a dab
Got a couple hundred thou sitting in my bookbag
Hold up
I need the kind of paper i could fold up
Need a platinum diploma
Make it happen like a grown up
I think its time for to blow up
Heaven or hell ima only go up
Give me a S with a line down the middle
You know thats the gang sign i throw up
I want my bag, fuck it
I want my bags
I turn a hater to basura
That mean that you trash yea
You’ll never last
Not another quarter past
Heard that they call me the trouble man
So i need a rubber band fast, yea
I want my bag
Yea i wanna double it back
Yea I want enough to get more than a couple of bitches to sit on my lap
Yea I just bought me a Yukon
And I got a Suburban
And I’m sipping on Bourbon
So you know that I’m swur swur swur swerving
I want my bag
I want my bag
I want my bag today
I want my bag
Im in my 747 all the way fly
Then i jumped in the 645
Now I’m in my Porsche 911 switching lanes
I want my bag
I want my bag
I want my bag today
I want my bag
Im in my 747 all the way fly
Then i jumped in the 645
Now I’m in my Porsche 911 switching lanes
(Skurr Skurr Yeah)