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Letra : Ghost

(Tag: Elohim, you're home? Can't you come over?)

Ay. I know my way to the paper
All of my women look tailored
It cost a few thousand, it's tailored
Can't drop a dime to save a walk
I'm in the room with the bosses
All of our pockets look gorgeous, ay
You'll see the boys at the Forbe's list, ay
Constantly partying, we want this, ay
I need my bag and clips extended, ay
Blast you haters to fragments, ay
Got no time for the cameras
Cause I might just pull the extension, ay
Young n***a back to the basics
Getting that bag on occasion
She top it until she get brainless, hey
Dammit I love to be famous

Ay. I'm in my bag, I don't have to brag, no
Ay. She's watching me stacking so what am I capping for?
Ay. If I spend it all, it's just cause I'm racking mo
Ay. you sold ten in the back; you know I'm not capping bro