[intro]
Nahhhhh, what the fuck is up New Yoke! This is ya boy JP, not like Morgan but I still be makin’ money moves
[verse 1]
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’
[verse 2]
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’
[chorus]
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)
[verse 3]
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
[chorus]
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)
[chorus]
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)
[outro]
Yuh… fucker. Triple platty on this bish