YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Ghost Lyrics
(Any last words?)
Uh (D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc)
That's a hunnid girl (hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, whoa, whoa
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white lookin' like ya caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (ghost)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I just sing to you
I got too much flood, I'm drippin' when I come through it, whoa, whoa
Swerve in foreign, that's a whoa, whoa
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll)
She want me to come up with it
She don't care about if my money run out
Tryna bite me somethin'
Heard he said my name, he stained
I can't wait until the day we burn him
And the Nawf was home
Broad day, I go through the window, comin' out that house with somethin'
Baby, I was broke, now I don't know a hot summer
I don't know a cold winter (I don't know)
My desire adapted with my money
I just did it again, I just stepped on 'em (on it, I'm on 'em)
I got them hunnids from way back then
Put on that jersey, on back it say, "Kemp"
Swerve in that 'Burban with burners on him
I had to wire fifty to her
I got them gunners on top of the rim
Know that they all gon' dunk on somethin'
Dump at somethin'
Slide in the Maybach, stuntin'
Countin' up big rack hunnids, oh-oh
I shoot the gun at them niggas
They already know how I'm comin', I got the M&Ms
Versace my nigga'nem, I wanna take me a jet out to London (oh, oh)
Karat the diamond and everyone pointers
And you niggas ain't know nothin', yeah
That's a hunnid girl (hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, whoa, whoa
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white lookin' like ya caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (ghost)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I just sing to you
I got too much flood, I'm drippin' when I come through it, whoa, whoa
Swerve in the foreign, that's a whoa, whoa
And that bitch go gang snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll)
She want me to come up with it
She don't care about if my money run out
Uh (D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc)
That's a hunnid girl (hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, whoa, whoa
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white lookin' like ya caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (ghost)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I just sing to you
I got too much flood, I'm drippin' when I come through it, whoa, whoa
Swerve in foreign, that's a whoa, whoa
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll)
She want me to come up with it
She don't care about if my money run out
Tryna bite me somethin'
Heard he said my name, he stained
I can't wait until the day we burn him
And the Nawf was home
Broad day, I go through the window, comin' out that house with somethin'
Baby, I was broke, now I don't know a hot summer
I don't know a cold winter (I don't know)
My desire adapted with my money
I just did it again, I just stepped on 'em (on it, I'm on 'em)
I got them hunnids from way back then
Put on that jersey, on back it say, "Kemp"
Swerve in that 'Burban with burners on him
I had to wire fifty to her
I got them gunners on top of the rim
Know that they all gon' dunk on somethin'
Dump at somethin'
Slide in the Maybach, stuntin'
Countin' up big rack hunnids, oh-oh
I shoot the gun at them niggas
They already know how I'm comin', I got the M&Ms
Versace my nigga'nem, I wanna take me a jet out to London (oh, oh)
Karat the diamond and everyone pointers
And you niggas ain't know nothin', yeah
That's a hunnid girl (hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, whoa, whoa
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white lookin' like ya caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (ghost)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, I just sing to you
I got too much flood, I'm drippin' when I come through it, whoa, whoa
Swerve in the foreign, that's a whoa, whoa
And that bitch go gang snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll)
She want me to come up with it
She don't care about if my money run out
Album: AI YoungBoy 2
2019
2019
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Published By: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written By: Aaron Hill, Daniel Lebrun, Jason Michael Goldberg, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Michael Roberge