(Hook)
b*tch Im Getting Paid Getting Moneys What I Do
b*tch I Stay Faded Getting Blunted With the crew
b*tches Wanna get famous So they f*cking With The Crew
b*tch Im b*tch IM Getting Paid Getting Moneys What I Do
Verse 1
Mixing Concoctions The sh*t Im Spittin Is Toxic
And When It Comes To These b*tches, Im Pickin From Options
Check It Out, The Hottest sh*t im Droppin It
From Prosperous I Feast on Bistro
Ill Show A Monster What A Monster Is
If Moneys Time Then Im Clockin In
Putting on like what a condom is
Drive Fast in the fast car no nascar
I dont really know who these cats are
Hit em with the damn Bars
Life is a b*tch i don't f*ck with the damn broad
You know I ball like paul on the clippers
Spit raw sick bars always deliver
Stay twisted like a twizzler in the middle of a twister
I be schooling all these rappers, these rappers call me mister
Like the purps up then i pass it when im rapping im a lethal assassin
Got a lot of words Im about that action
No equal theres no body that can match him
Chillin in a mansion, thats white like the girl im with
This weeds got me going crazy like the world we in
No world wind of emotions overdosing on a dose of this
Explosiveness colder then osmosis is
The diagnosis I was diagnosed with this atrocious
Ghost is rollin up that potent thats smoking
Its hitting harder then locomotives in motion
This is poetry flowing, Ghost