Marc Vinyls - Ghost lyrics

I need an all white beamer with some rims
A pair uh new joggers and some ice cold timbs
A couple bad bitches with me
Counting up my wins
So they can keep me company and
Heal me of my sins
I need an all white beamer with some rims
A pair uh new joggers and some ice cold timbs
A couple bad bitches with me
Counting up my wins
So they can keep me company and
Heal me of my sins

I needa all white beamer and
Then add a Bentley
They keep talking bout my name
When they never met me
I'm finna be a great scoring
Like it's Wayne Gretzky
You better fucking wake up
I ain't talking fetty
You know the kid I run a biz and I employ
Fuck a bitch on this dick yeah I'm annoyed
Whose the man in the state? am I the void
Between the fake and those
Who really making noise
Mothafuckas never showing respect
You wanna talk about the kid
Well I really got next
Never looking to the right and
Damn not the left
Only fucking at the finishing
Line I'm coming correct so whattup
I got the gold around my neck so wassup
The ones who is always hating is
Cause they mind is stuck
I'm giving y'all some gems just
Off of the love
Cause I believe in a power way up, up above
They love to hate me like tom brady
But you cannot top me now
Couple real ones in my circle
Gonna hold me down
Everything i rep is for my
Fam and my fucking town
Going for that legacy bitch I
Want all the crowns
I'll take you down in under a round
Pacquiao laugh out loud to those who
Tryna jack my style
My clique wild we get around
Just check the files
You showing love then imma make
It worth your while

I need an all white beamer with some rims
A pair uh new joggers and some ice cold timbs
A couple bad bitches with me
Counting up my wins
So they can keep me company and
Heal me of my sins
I need an all white beamer with some rims
A pair uh new joggers and some ice cold timbs
A couple bad bitches with me
Counting up my wins
So they can keep me company and
Heal me of my sins

I said I'm winning, I'm winning
I gotta get up up in it
Y'all been pressing my buttons
And now I'm reaching my limit's
So I gotta kill em doe (though)
Fake shit all around
Bitches all up on the blow
Snakes hissing on the ground watch yo step
Be careful not to fall
Cause every mothafucka don't wanna
See you ball
I do what I gotta do just to make it
All these people who be talking
Got no dreams they chasing

I need an all white beamer with some rims
A pair uh new joggers and some ice cold timbs
A couple bad bitches with me
Counting up my wins
So they can keep me company and
Heal me of my sins
I need an all white beamer with some rims
A pair uh new joggers and some ice cold timbs
A couple bad bitches with me
Counting up my wins
So they can keep me company and
Heal me of my sins
I need an all white beamer with some rims
A pair uh new joggers and some ice cold timbs
A couple bad bitches with me
Counting up my wins
So they can keep me company and
Heal me of my sins