Ransom (Remix)

Turn you to a dancer

Yeah

(Internet Money, bitch)

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

I got red, I got blue, what you want?

The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton

She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan

I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one

I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt

I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton

The opps, they tryna line me 'cause they hate the place I'm from

But them **** don't know me, they just know the place I'm from

I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place

But you ain't want me last year, so just get up out my face

They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste

I know they want my downfall, lil' ****, are you laced?

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

I'm in it to win it, I'ma be the best, yes sir

Started from the bottom, I ain't have no one, yes sir

Had to get big on them ****, Bruce Banner

Bro split wigs, turn a **** to a dancer

I got hard, I got soft, what you want?

Since the day that I've been on, they've been blowin' up my phone

I can't hear 'em, I got all this loud in my lungs

Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smokin' on Runtz

Uh, I'm in the hills, countin' bills (Ooh yeah)

All baguette diamonds, chandelier, give her chills (Yeah)

Feel like yesterday I was just watchin' Fresh Prince (Uh)

Now the crib look like Bel Air, RIP to Uncle Phil

Money big, Uncle Phil, twin Glocks, Phil and Lil

**** hate, Uncle Tom, spin 'em off me, carousel

Get 'em off me, go to hell

Silencer, kill 'em softly

Tecca'll take you for ransom, me, I'll put you in a coffin

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah