Ghost

Pull up in a phantom, and yo chick look she seen a ghost Yeah my name is York, but T has never been to the East Coast Believe me though Marshawn monicker I call my shots no need for Pete Carroll I run this motherfucker like I'm Usain Bolt All this gold around my neck straight water like I'm Micheal Phelps I been smoking hella trees, hmm, like I'm Micheal Phelps Weight of the world on my shoulders working out my delts Now you know i'm sick like a Make-a-Wish but you had your doubts In the club like Ichabod, Crane Liquor to my neck, my head is no longer a thang You could check the jacket check the boots check the chain I'm ridin' on so many horses nickname Johnny Wayne, yuh I need a whip with that wood grain Some daytons and a finish full of gold flake Settle for adventador, probably off the lot, a new maserati My new boo she do pilates, like sutra Call her karma and it suits her oddly Ethan K fuckin flipped it nollie Going back to back, for the 'gram like Aubrey Gotta stay loyal to the crew Never tell the woop woop, ooh who done it New boots on the coupe, like ooh who stuntin I check the rear view like ooh who comin Jump off the roof, ooh Hit the ground running, all the way to the bank Make a withdrawal, and y'all thought I pulled up to the counter, with a gat pulled back and said ooh all 50's and 100's Run it I know that I'm golden Still holdin' that 44 magnum to temple my dome and I'm wondering if I did to decide to pull it If it'd pierce my skin or just imprint a bullet I'm pauls to wall, still tippin ugh Dom Perignon, gunna sip it ugh Been a monster, yeah I've been a problem I know the devil, she still wearing prada With a lotta dollars, comes alot of drama Guess that means I'm not concerned that often If I said that I'm in it for the music I'd be jocking 'Cause really I just wanna be filthy rich Tryna make a million off of talking shit Hands on the watch go tock and tick I'm crushin rock at the spot that I'm clocking shifts Pray to god that my numbers on the lotto hit A boy can dream, I do an awful lot of it Green lamborghini, pullin off the lot in drift Blue ciroc sip, as I whip, off a cliff Out the window, is where the f*ck caution is Cocaine pure, vodka stiff Sorry ma I know that's provocative If I shoot liable to let loose No use tryna duck duck goose, can't miss with a nuke Please gimme that loot I'm still going to rob without yo' permission None of you motherfuckers opposition I've been gunning for the motherfuckin top position Bout that business, stop and listen Everything I spit up on the mic exquisite Step to me you get decommissioned Cook yall to 160 and the beef is finished, I