Ganja Lyrics

Bad girl

Jorji

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire

Fire fire

Me I go higher

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire

Fire fire

Me I go higher

Me no go stress

I be smoking on za

Smoke on my face

It be burning my eye

He on my phone

he be telling me lies

But I be high

So I do not reply

Like nah

You do not be on mind

All of his calls

I be hitting decline

He got a girl

But he wanna be mine

All of my blunts

They be one of a kind

Next he gon tell

how much he like me

He a rich nigga

So No one declines him

he met his match

I will refine him

Am here to teach

Give you assignments

Pretty mother fucker

You can see me from the Coner

Let him hit once

He ain't never gon let up

He come with stress

And a bag of Chanel

Roll up the weed

My Igbo de smell

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Fire fire fire

Me I go higher

Cause I like rich things

And I like big things

I like the ice when it drip on my wrist

Birkin the kelly

I wanna live

Book me flight

Out in Paris

This shit is toxic

Really enticing

Dangote money

He go invest

Set up the board

play it like chess

moving my night

I'm the best

He wanna spend

So you get what I want

He not for long

He just here for a time

He got like two of them Waiting in line

He for the streets

So just get what u can

Call him at 10

I go run up the check

Meet at the store

Oga Buy me Patek

This ain't no love

I just wanna finesse

Get me designer

On to the next

These niggas lame with

Mmmmm

Don't let them play in your

Mmmmm

Never discuss

Mmmmm

I no go talk

Mmmmm

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Fire fire fire

Me I go higher

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Ganja ganja

Burn the holy fire!

Fire fire fire

Me I go higher

I like rich things

And I like big things

I like the ice when it drip on my wrist

Birkin the kelly

I wanna live

Book me flight

Out to Paris

If you ain't know

I be that bitch