Christmas Video (MV)

I get all the bricks in, then i start whippin
Got all my Jay's thankin its Christmas
I changed up my ways, made better decisions
I'm peeping your game, caught yo ass slippin
Minimum wage, is all you gone get to
If they try stop you, give they ass issues
Loving the hate, shit that I'm into
Only one call, my goons ah get you
Fucc what yall niggas say I gotta get it
Play wit da money like it is no limit
They say I cant rap, but now they got interest
Um loving the hate, they feeding plenty
Gaining the weight, from all of my bitches
My money is stacking, I'm tryna get richer
I'm killing the game so what is the issue?
Dont press on me, my niggas ah get you
You niggas are soft, wont run wit pistols
You niggas are pussy yall all on ya minstral
I'm all in her mouf, I'm feeling real dental
Drugs in past, done fucced up my mental
All this designer, but these are no rentals
Yall didnt belive, I bet I remember
I'm lit like a rave, but I'm cold like December
Stay out my face, get busd like a pimple
Dont play bout no money, this shit is real simple
Anything fast, it's one yo liver
When it comes to the money, I beg em to differ
I never go soft or go sad bout no bitches
I stacin my money, I gotta just get it
Look twice, recount it, then spend it
30 in 17, if any issues
I get all the bricks in, then i start whippin
Got all my Jay's thankin its Christmas
I changed up my ways, made better decisions
I'm peeping your game, caught yo ass slippin
Minimum wage, is all you gone get to
If they try stop you, give they ass issues
Loving the hate, shit that I'm into
Only one call, my goons ah get you
Fucc wit these hoes say, bitch ima get it
You hate and send shots, but look how you living
You dress like a bum, you fucced up yo image
I can from the slums, avoided the Prison
Still on probation, I feel it's no ending
Focused on money, cuz I get it plenty
I do this for mama, cuz she rode this wit me
I spit from my soul, cuz my heart is so empty
Fucc what you saying, I know that you envy
You wanna get in, you cannot come pimp me
You tryna fit in, you cannot get wit me
And now it's a sin, now why you try tempt me
I get it all in, n then I start spending
I wish I had friends, but bitch I'm not friendly
I'll shoot til it jam, or the clip empty
Picc up the shells, cuz niggas be snitching
Send em to hell make the devil start bitchin
I'm balling and shooting, now I'm a piston
I all of my birds, strong like they griffins
All of these hoes, but there's no pimpini
The rap game is broken, but now ima fix it
These are no drugs, this dope in my kitchen
Now you want more, yo whole body itchin
You tweaking, you sweating, you blurring ya vision