Phantom Music 3 Lyrics

Pitchin' me rollin' while I'm bumpin' phantom music

Got your bitch feelin' hot like a flame

Yo, boys feel my pain Open up suicide doors

When it rains, it pours money don't grow on trees

Every time I hop out a bitch bow down to her knees

Feelin' dirty fresh with them Louis V's when I post it up on the block

Drinkin' Hennessy smokin' on plenty trees

With my certified side bitch now you remember me

Screamin' King of the Midwest while your bitch put me to the test

Through the smoke test while my son in the back

Playin' PS6 Just to let his best friend know

He the shit

Pitchin' me rollin' while I'm bumpin' phantom music

I'm flyin' through the city at night with your wife

Her name ringin' bells at the Hilton Hotel

She got my seats wet when she heard this project

Feelin' freaky with them secrets I'm flirtin' with that pussy like I'm Michael Jackson

Let me beat it while I'm bumpin' phantom music

Fuckin' live, pickin' ten of thots, start pickin' and choosin

I'm cruisin' like Tom smokin' on a blunt

Now fresh with wine It's time to shine

Through the good, the bad, and the ugly

Every bitch wanna love me because she trust me

So bring that money back with a hunnid stacks

Bring it back from the middle of the map

Off top, stop, Ghost Coast Records

Midwest style Ghost Coast Records

Midwest style

Pitchin' me rollin' while I'm bumpin' phantom music

Off top, top

Pitchin' me rollin' while I'm bumpin' phantom music

Pitchin' me rollin' while I'm bumpin' phantom music