2 Playa ft. Gho$t Lyrics

First things first

I'm finna run to the top now

And im riding thru the city with my top down

Bags in the air tom Brady touchdown

I don't think you really wanna see what's up now

Fuck around fly his main bitch outta town

Lookin at my chain baby that's a buss down

I see ya homegirl wanna see what's up now

Got a lil foreign bitch skin light brown

She got a body and it's really super tight now

And I got a big stick bitch hunnit rounds

Be smart witcha cash let it compound

Come grab a hunnit Bags for a discount

Yeah his girl like my pics and he pissed now

I'm finna really put some money on my wrist now

I'm finna really find a way to get rich now

I'm finna really find a way to get rich now

Yuhhhh

(Like where is ya mans, I just hopped up out a flight from Japan, I got a coolin kit on the FN)

I gotta anime bitch socks knee high

And I got her best friend at the same time

She got a cute little tat on her waist line

And I got that Ferragamo on my waist now

1 thing I aint finna do is waste time

Main girl so bad it should be a crime

I got titties in my face no facetime 

She want me and the bro at the same time

Yuh

It's me and C Diddy

We thumbing thru hunnits and fifties and twenties

You broke as a joke man you Savin ya pennies

We in benihana you eating at dennys

Let's go

Let's go

I don't think you understand what I be talkin bout

I Walk inside the bank and I deposit large amounts

I go up to the teller yeah and she say which account

Water on my neck imma never see a drought

Every time I go home man I take a different route

Cause you really never know somebody could be watchin now

She wanna go to Ruth's Chris I take her ass to waffle house

These motherfuckas lazy and they really wanna bitch about it

Walk inside my closet you can go and pull a choppa out it

Button on the pistol now it's shootin fully automatic

Knew that he was fake and I ain't even have to think about

Money on my mind everyday I just be thinking bout it

I be up all night man I can't even sleep about it

Pass the beat to bro you know he gon make some heat up out it

Fye up the b in a coupe w the roof missin

With a london tipton yeah life sweet

I swim w the sharks in the dark deep

How the fuck you still tip toe in the 5 ft

Knowing that she like me bring ha four friends too playa prolly let em all try me

Deon suit up tie cleats

Prime time takin these hoes to the crib hittin high knees

Fuck it

Type to pull ha close jus to let ya go

Hard to run when i put ha ass ina figure four

two mo geeked up take two mo

four deep 12 clips slidin in ya Kia soul

Take his soul ina soul then go roll In a rolls seein ghosts ina ghost goin ghost mode

Bitch I been a stunna since stone cold

Off a pressure pack im relaxed no i won't fold

Now my eyes red ina red eye

Dash 220 but it feel like 335

Bet on myself ian ever missed a moneyline

Back seat 45s front seat double 9s

four door suicide I wrapped that bih in carbon fye

Pull up to the party turn a bitch into a slip and slide

Leavin voicemail like I need you by my side

Who you think I am bitch better call nationwide

Nah ain't trippin tho already Knowin how it go

Talm bout she over me well ask ha bout the night before

I was in that bih hittin shit like I'm Johnny jones

If I ever said I miss ya shii I was prolly stoned

Racks racks stand on it

Fuck w the gang on ya head Rubberbands on it

Trick for a treat nightmare on elm street

Krueger with a ruger atcha door w my hand on it