GHOST Lyrics

Prada jeans with the bands that I throw

Not a fiend but yo bitch would switch up and give me throat

She gon ghost, (off she goes), then we going coast to coast

Not a fiend but yo bitch got coke under her nose

Prada jeans, I got style, he wouldn't know

Not a fiend but yo bitch would switch up and give me throat

She taking notes, (she taking notes), then we going coast to coast

Not a fiend but yo bitch a sell-out, she sucking most (uh uh)

She the type to count hands in her pants

And do a dance for some cash, while she's playing her mans

So watch out (watch out)

Cuz I got skill like no other, you best be watchin' her mouth

Or I'm taking your lover and thats a fact bitch

I'll be painting her face, like I'm a Fax bitch

And then I'm turning her sounds into an adlib

Why you mad hoe?

Money don't talk when you free though

A free throw, clothes don't talk, unless its me hoe

You got ticks, I got stars, we are not the same

We both got money, but we talking numbers, I'm in place

And as I said, I got skill, you can not relate

And thats why your bitch giving face

Prada jeans with the bands that I throw

Not a fiend but yo bitch would switch up and give me throat

She gon ghost, (off she goes), then we going coast to coast

Not a fiend but yo bitch got coke under her nose

Prada jeans, I got style, he wouldn't know

Not a fiend but yo bitch would switch up and give me throat

She taking notes, (she taking notes), then we going coast to coast

Not a fiend but yo bitch a sell-out, she sucking most (uh uh)