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I'm drinking champagne one deep in my Phantom Ghost (uh!)
Bad bitch with me, with me (facts) where my manners go (turn up)
My youngings sick, sick, where the antidote? (They geekin')
Aiming at your top, bust you cantaloupe (pussy)
He 46 and he's still selling dope (OG)
How the fuck you ballin' with a car note? (How the fuck?)
I'm in the trap, real shit where the felons go (squad)
Curry never had a job, he always used the bowl (whip it)
Them youngin's run up in your house what it's hitting for
No mask, just to let you know who did it, ho
I'm from Riverdale, all I know is get it in (Riverdale)
I got weed, I got mollies, what you tryin' to spend?
50k for a show and my niggas sellin' swag
She's a red bottom bitch, Versace shirt, Birkin bag
I'ma get money, nigga, don't use the card, or keep a tab
Before I leave my fucking house, grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check (squad)
My foreign car painted flat black
My girl hopped out ass fat
Paparazzi keep flashing pictures
Broke niggas looking wanna be these niggas
Four grams in my Backwood
Millionaire nigga still keep it hood
Pay the extra 60 for that steel hood
Phantom Ghost got a nigga living good
I bet your bitch want a nigga
I bet she wanna fuck a nigga
Never be a broke nigga
She like "Fuck gold!" shawty she a platinum digga
50k for a show (fuck 'em) and my niggas sellin' swag
She's a red bottom bitch, Versace shirt, Birkin bag
I'ma get money, nigga, don't use the card, or keep a tab
Before I leave my fucking house, grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check (squad)
Gucci Mane, I'm the fucking man, pocket full of Xan (uh)
Put them grands on a nigga Grands, change a nigga plans (yeah)
If you steal or don't keep it real, chopping off your hands
A million grams, I'ma try to cram in a minivan
Say he hard and he goin' ham, I don't give a damn
Say he broke, and a hundred million just went through his hand
I don't cherish it, I'm flying terrorists in from Sudan (c'mon, c'mon)
If you thinking you gon' take my grams, I'ma change your plan (yeah)
You in a jam pussy nigga, but I just came from Japan
I'm making fans off of growing weed super-duper strand
I heard the fam', they jumped on your man and your nigga ran
Flockaveli, you know that's my man, call Decatur Dan
50k for a show and my niggas sellin' swag
She's a red bottom bitch, Versace shirt, Birkin bag
I'ma get money, nigga, don't use the card, or keep a tab
Before I leave my fucking house, grab my pistol and my flag
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, uh!
Thumbing through the bands, I be playing with a check, squad