Ghost Stories

[Intro: Bizzy Crook] All my check bustin' niggas Get it right, getcha money All my stock coppin' niggas Get it right, getcha money Only the niggas in the phantom can feel me Only the niggas in the phantom can feel me [Verse 1: Bizzy Crook] Humble when I get to the top Before that talk is you gon pay me or not A nigga plottin', learinin' for them niggas round me They all seen a million, learnin' that your favorite rapper flop Because his ego killed him I can't never make the same mistake Watchin' every step you take So as my grades are fallin' off Its starting to be great My mom don't gotta know you She would offer you a plate But little do you know that you just fed a bigger snake Bad, I hate a busta ass nigga I ain't poppin' ass nigga Name droppin' ass nigga Roxy why that ass so fat You deserve to be right where I'm at I hate when niggas tell me Keep workin' its gon pay off Like I ain't have that rose gold paid off 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 Its good luck [Hook: Bizzy Crook] Its that shit that you could only play in the ghost (in the ghost) Its that shit you could only play in the phantom (in the phantom) This that shit that I probably wrote in the rove Before you play this my nigga go get a phantom And a lick, sip a brick, bust a check, rob a nigga It don't matter This that shit that you could only play in the phantom This some shit that I probably rolled in the ghost Before you feel it my nigga go get a phantom [Verse 2: Bizzy Crook] Really I just want love Gimme gimme gimme mine We was one for [?] Split like a division sign We would fuck for 8 hours You was working 10 to 5 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 Except the Hilton Last night at the party with Paris Hilton It was somewhere in the air Blowin' smoke in the sky [?] my dog I swear Rihanna gave me the eye You know me well dog I don't lie about no shit like that [?] But I ain't ask for no flip like that I know I told this girl that I would text right back But you don't get a nigga back like that I can't believe it She was cheatin' Now my money look greener [?] Sweepin' bitches every season Good luck [Hook: Bizzy Crook] Its that shit that you could only play in the ghost (in the ghost) Its that shit you could only play in the phantom (in the phantom) This that shit that I probably wrote in the rove Before you play this my nigga go get a phantom And a lick, sip a brick, bust a check, rob a nigga It don't matter This that shit that you could only play in the phantom This some shit that I probably rolled in the ghost Before you feel it my nigga go get a phantom