Now I ain’t got a hundred million in cash
But I’m finna do that
They calling me a singer like I ain’t drilling the tracks
Blood spill when I rap
Anything for the bag
It’s a hommie on em I ain’t talking homonyms man
Their organs finna go splat
Heart finna go flat
Then I hop up on the whip and start hitting the gas
Since the umbilical you spitting elementary whack
Don’t trip or react
When I trip on you cats
Bitch i’ma blast up all off in my rocket
Hop in the coupe and it look like a starship
I don’t run away never proceed with caution
I’m bout the green and I ain’t talking martians
I be a team for myself through the hardships
I won a few times the others I lost it
I got skeletons in my closet
And they all be zombiе walking
Everybody want a little raucous
That’s what I came for bitch you all got it
Making you tap out if you tap my pockеts
I be coming heavy like a helicopter chopping
I just get up go and get it how i’m living
How you feeling

How you feeing Ricky Ross I get a million a month
Hundred stacks on the watch
Hundred blocks on the dock
Ricky Ross new whip tennis shoes in the socks
I’m up in secret city yeah that boy got that bling on
You better hit the phone them bricks selling like ringtones
I’m stepping out fresh
I’m stepping out clean
My n***a young mob dope boy and DPC
When I’m up in the D we gon’ stunt like a dog
My n***as dropped out of school but we subject to ball
Don’t worry bout the crackers cuz the crackers ain’t show up
How I’m looking in the phantom bitch you know that i’m the mob
See the grill in the front might get the feeling to flaunt
Fuck how you feeling Ricky Ross I get a million a month
I’m so mob so mob how I get it so mob
Pulling up to the trap fresh off a blowjob
Yeah then thousand dollar jeans
Pussy n***a tell that
If you waiting on the side
Boy just hit my cell back

They wanna pop off
They ain’t really popping though
They trying to get dropped
I’m trying to get her to drop her clothes
And when you stunt
You want the whole muthafuckin block to know
But not me
When I hop up in the Phantom
You know I’ma go
Ghost
I’ma need you to hop all up off of my dick
Ghost
I ain’t ever gave a fuck about no sidebitch
Like Oh
Realize it
That you just not me
When I hop up in the Phantom
You know i’ma go
Ghost
They wanna pop off
They ain’t really popping though
They trying to get dropped
I’m trying to get her to drop her clothes
And when you stunt
You want the whole muthafuckin block to know
But not me
When I hop up in the Phantom
You know I’ma go
Ghost
I’ma need you to hop all up off of my dick
Ghost
I ain’t ever gave a fuck about no sidebitch
Like Oh
Realize it
That you just not me
When I hop up in the Phantom
You know i’ma go
Ghost