GHOST

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)