Santa

I'm not going to start the topic bragging about what I have because you damn well know
In school I had 4 boyfriends and that's even though I only went to class for 4 days
Tell your guy that I've already read it no matter how much he later deletes the message
He said yes, I said no, better take care of him because he's on fire
I go out partying, I get invited to everything and on top of that, I triple my bank account
I turn him on, without wearing a skirt, I know my saintly face is sexy
His girlfriend sees me with the fake account, she plays dumb, but she loves it

Even my hater became my fan, I wear Lakers' total outfit
All the people who come, leave (now who earns more?)
It plays in my hall, it plays in the mall, I dominate your boy
I have my role, I score the goal, then I leave
I earned respect with complete songs
I fuck the beat and appear in brochures
I have a bag of money, you have a bag of Cheetos
Your music for grandparents, mine for grandchildren

I don't ride the pony, I buy the stable
I call him when I'm horny, then I don't talk to him
What do I do with so much money? I can be your bank
I told him I love it, but it wasn't that big of a deal

I open the chat, leave him on seen, I also play, don't act smart
I'm still hungry, with that pistol
Similar shorty but not the same
You know how to sing, I have a porn voice
WhatsApp audio, he says 'I'm coming'
Smoking the dry with all my crew
I don't do anything and on top of that, I get rich

I said I wasn't going to brag about what I have, but what can I do, it just comes out
I started the topic saying I have 4 boyfriends and ended up with 8
I talk to you a little only at night, but don't get attached, it happens to everyone
I'm never alone, in the background of my phone I have a big one, I can't control it