Yeah, in a ghost (In a ghost)
Sitting low (sitting low)
I seen it all (seen, seen)
I done most, yeah (yeah)
Money come, friends come
Money go, yeah
Real love, fake love
I get ‘em both, yeah, yeah (goddamn)
Yeah, you dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno nothing ‘bout, nothing ‘bout me
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno nothing ‘bout, nothing ‘bout me

I don’t mean to be on my own dick
But I was just chilling and listening to me (me)
Riding down the highway middle finger up, I felt like Mr.Bean (Bean)
Lately I’ve been talking to the reaper
And tryna convince him to let me be (be)
But somebody gotta have a strap (strap)
And we all strapped to our seats (seats)
‘Cause a lot of niggas is dying in these streets (streets)
Somebody’s vaaing this week
I don’t wanna be seen on the side of the road
And my body wrapped up like sweets (sweets)
Remember those days when it was just Jay and Jay la vie? (vie)
My city move like one team
But now niggas giving us looks and steam, yeah
Chop chop, get to the cream (cream)
Heard a lot of people don’t like me, I’m so worried OMG (G, yeah)
Bunch of fucking goofballs
Tell my goon go get ‘em, I hit him with a through ball
's through God

Yeah, in a ghost (In a ghost)
Sitting low (sitting low)
I seen it all (seen, seen)
I done most, yeah
Money come, friends come
Money go, yeah
Real love, fake love
I get ‘em both, yeah, yeah (goddamn)
Yeah, you dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno nothing ‘bout, nothing ‘bout me
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno nothing ‘bout, nothing ‘bout me

In a Range, in the club, shooting my shot in a Golf
She can tee off, fitting them birdies both deep in the hole
In the back ya talk
Live bramped on a jol
Get a bag, spend it all
Get it back when we tour
Get a stack and stash, stash, stash offshore
And I got mans on call with a bad temper that don’t like your sort
Internet thug lowkey bored, hashtag war but you micro soft
Them guys are opps, they smile and plot
Like Hyman Roth, if you gon’ bite they crotch at least towel off
I better feel no vibe next time you wanna talk
Straight to the money, all that yang get the sayanor’
Yeah, bunch of fucking goofballs
Tell my goon go get ‘em like a alley-oop dawg
Through God

Yeah, in a ghost (In a ghost)
Sitting low (sitting low)
I seen it all (seen, seen)
I done most, yeah
Money come, friends come
Money go, yeah
Real love, fake love
I get ‘em both, yeah, yeah (goddamn)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno nothing ‘bout, nothing ‘bout me
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno (dunno)
You dunno nothing ‘bout, nothing ‘bout me