Ghost Stories Songtext
von Bizzy Crook

All my check bustin′ niggas get it right (get your money)
All my stock coppin' niggas get it right (get your money)
Only the niggas in a Phantom can feel me
Only the niggas in a Phantom can feel me


Humble when I get to the top
But ′fore that talk is you gon' pay me or not?
A nigga plottin', learnin′ from them
Niggas ′round me, they all seen a million
Learnin' that your favorite rapper flop because his ego killed him
I can never make the same mistake, watchin′ every step you take
So as my grades are fallin' off, it′s startin' to be great
My ma don′t gotta know you, she would offer you a plate
But little do you know that you just fed a bigger snake
Damn, I hate a buster ass nigga
Hate a poppin' ass nigga, name droppin' ass nigga
Roxanne, why that ass so fat?
You deserve to be right where I′m at
I hate when niggas tell me, "keep workin′, it's gon′ pay off"
Like I ain't had that rose gold paid out
And no, I ain′t been ghost, I just been movin' state to state, dog
And I ain′t got no day job and still
Don't get no days off, it's good luck

This that shit you could only play in a Ghost
This that shit you could only play in a Phantom
This some shit that I prolly wrote in a Rolls
Before you play this, my nigga, go get a Phantom
Hit a lick, flip a brick, bust a check, rob a nigga
It don′t matter, this that shit you could only play in a Phantom
This some shit that I prolly wrote in a Ghost
Before you feel it, my nigga, go get a Phantom


Really I just want love, gimme, gimme, gimme mine
We was one for one until we split like a division sign
We would fuck for eight hours, you was workin′ ten to five
Hate when niggas tell me that they'll see me at the finish line
Like I′m about to slow down, like I ain't ′bout to blow now
If you ain't know, you know now
A nigga never stayed at Paris at the Hilton
Last night at the party with Paris Hilton
It was somewhere in the air, blowin′ smoke in the sky
Trustin' my dawg, I swear to God Rihanna gave me the eye
You know me well, dog, I don't lie about no shit like that
I seen Hov but I ain′t ask for no flick like that
I know I told this girl that I was gon′ text right back
But you don't get a nigga back like that, I can′t believe it
Damn, she was cheatin', now my money the greenest
On some Mona Scott shit, switchin′
Bitches like every season, I love it

This that shit you could only play in a Ghost
This that shit you could only play in a Phantom
This some shit that I prolly wrote in a Rolls
Before you play this, my nigga, go get a Phantom
Hit a lick, flip a brick, bust a check, rob a nigga
It don't matter, this that shit you could only play in a Phantom
This some shit that I prolly wrote in a Ghost
Before you feel it, my nigga, go get a Phantom