Ghost

Yeah
Yeah
I don't gotta cuff to hit this bih
And then I ghost it
Go and get your money young nigga
Thats the motive
Never losing focus
Always on my grind
Shortie think she pretty
But she really ain't a dime
Littest in my city all my brothers got to shine
Every time we link I put that box in a funeral
Top ten nigga
I cant work for no minimum
Yeah

Know she got a man
But she ain't never said a thing about it
I could keep your secret baby
We ain't got to talk about it
Standing on my ten toes
Only real niggas around me
Stacking up my bankroll
Trying to get a milli out it
Tell me how you feel about
Keep me out your mentions
I ain't dealing with no bullshit
Last time I checked
We ain't involved with no fuck shit
For a buck twenty
You should see what this bitch do
Man in the mirror, when I'm looking in the rearview
I ain't here to love you girl
I ain't here to save you
Only thing I really worry about is my payroll
Cold in the winter
Still stepping in my fazos

I don't gotta cuff to hit this bih
And then I ghost it
Go and get your money young nigga
Thats the motive
Never losing focus
Always on my grind
Shortie think she pretty
But she really ain't a dime
Littest in my city all my brothers got to shine
Every time we link I put that box in a funeral
Top ten nigga
I cant work for no minimum
Yeah
Yeah



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Writer(s): Tyrese Pierre
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