ALI3N BXBBA - GH0$T (feat. Mic May & Allie P)

Call will come in and I drop it
Caller no ID, I stop it
Caller be blocked, then I block it
Caller not staying on topic
Got bad reception, I lost it
You keep on calling you stalking
I'm going ghost, making sales, breaking bread
Making toast, we're going ghost
I'm going ghost, making sales, breaking bread
Make a toast, we're going ghost
Don't give no fuck with what you think
Please do not fuck with the fake
You and I do not relate
Step on the head of the snakes
Stomping when I walk in, take a toast
Yeah I'm humble, but I do the most
Kiss my pinky ring I hit the post
I gotta icky lil' Vicky she love to get freaky
She leaving hickeys on my uhhh
Stacking my pockets with 50s and 100s
How I get so high, at the top summit
They say that hate it, but they gotta love it
No ice on my wrist, but I gotta bust it
Two nuts on your bitch, yeah I gotta tommy gun
Mix it with molly water is hot or something
107 Lil' stacks of green faces
I'm counting these racks and these phone lines keep blinking
These numbers keep rising, these clients keep speaking
You testing my patience, the fuck is you thinking
Lil' bitch I can ghost you like swazy
The the flow it so hot, need to crank up the AC
If you call and I'm busy, now bitch don't get crazy
The business been booming, the pockets keep raising
Recouping investments, and checking these statements
I'm cashing these checks, and I'm feeling amazing
I'm fucking these bitches, accruing the interests
A golden aura around me, going Super Sayain
Super Saiyan like a God
You a lil pup, no k-9s on my yard
These niggas be talking shit but falling off
Meanwhile my niggas reaching for the stars
My pockets stay fitted we stacking up 50s and 100s
Y'all niggas looking like some frauds
You can catch me in the yard
Smoking on cali kush with my broad
Like Andre 3000 playing my guitar
We took the narrow path, you went the Broadway
Gotta lil bitch she on broadway
With a booty fatter than Minaj
Call will come in and I drop it
Caller no ID, I stop it
Caller be blocked, then I block it
Caller not staying on topic
Got bad reception, I lost it
You keep on calling you stalking
I'm going ghost, making sales, breaking bread
Making toast, we're going ghost
I'm going ghost, making sales, breaking bread
Make a toast, we're going ghost
Just a couple bar-raising, stakes for your plates mother fuckers
Yo chick she acting faithful, but she ain't mother fucker
I rolled up to the spot, grabbing ass mother fucker
Like why you rolling around with a fake mother fucker like him
Like Rhianna said it I ball-out
Bethesda make them all Fallout
Roger Captian, the ship has landed
And I'm spreading magic like Walt's mouse
Heading like a bullet through your frontal lobe
Your head explode, and then I'm hitting reload
Square to the right trigger bitch, she blow
Let me tell you about the status quo
My status a game-pro, my game tight
And I really wanna know, is if the price is right
My bankroll, rocket-shipping sky high
Got it feeling like a treasure trove
Got it filled up with gold
Got me feeling like I'm Doug Dimmadome
Shit got me fucked up but, I'm still in the zone
Filling up a couple cups, then I'm ready to go
Got me like on hold, call back
Cold calls, stack cash
On break and I'm hitting on Jackie
Mmm that's bad
Back to work, take a swing of jack
And them excels on the desk like stat
Statistically speaking, financially peaking
The fuck is you thinking, I came for the bag
Say it for those in the back
I can't just sit back relax
Not until I'm breaking up racks
Stacking the cash, these are just facts
Laughing my way out the bank like a bandit
Got me fucked up, got money to blow
But I'm stuck office with a couple of hoes
About to put a couple commas on and buy me a home
But people keep on calling, about to hang up the phone
Call will come in and I drop it
Caller no ID, I stop it
Caller be blocked, then I block it
Caller not staying on topic
Got bad reception, I lost it
You keep on calling you stalking
I'm going ghost, making sales, breaking bread
Making toast, we're going ghost
I'm going ghost, making sales, breaking bread
Make a toast, we're going ghost

Written by:
Allison Poillot, Blaine Walton, Michael Mabry

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