JP (Morgan)

Nahhhhh, what the fuck is up New Yoke! This is ya boy JP, not like Morgan but I still be makin’ money moves

I can’t decide

Whether you should live or die

Well you’ll prolly go to heaven

Cuz hell ain’t fo’ nice guys, yuh

Y’all don’t need to wonder why

My rhymes are flyin’ supersonic

Tickin’ time i’m in my prime

Stacks ‘n’ dimes them hoes be slimin’

Tell my mama that she oughta

Take my dollas to the parlor

Get a fresh cut, buy a rover

Drive in style, poor no longer

Her son has made it

He ain’t fakin’

Leave ‘em shakin’

Tummies quakin’

OooOoOOooOoo i’m a ghost (i’m a ghost)

Sneakin’ through here like nobody knows (no they don’t know, yuh)

Writin’ lyrics just to keep ‘em on they toes (on they toes)

Ain’t no stress, bitch I keep myself composed (keep it low, yuh)

Spent the mornin’ in the stu

Finna keep my eye on you

Bitch lose the attitude

Ain’t nobody fuck wit bein’ rude

Spent a milli on a lambo how bout you?

Threw another hundred thousand at some shoes

Keep it jealous fuck it i’d be jealous too

Yeah you only live once bitch i’m makin’ moves

OooOoOOooOoo i’m a ghost (i’m a ghost)

Sneakin’ through here like nobody knows (no they don’t know, yuh)

Writin’ lyrics just to keep ‘em on they toes (on they toes)

Ain’t no stress, bitch I keep myself composed (keep it low, yuh)

OooOoOOooOoo i’m a ghost (i’m a ghost)

Sneakin’ through here like nobody knows (no they don’t know, yuh)

Writin’ lyrics just to keep ‘em on they toes (on they toes)

Ain’t no stress, bitch I keep myself composed (keep it low, yuh)

Yuh… fucker. Triple platty on this bish