50k (feat. T.I.) [Remix]

I'm drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost

I'm drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost

Bad bitch with me, where my manners go?

My youngings sick, sick where the antidote

Aiming at your top, bust your cantaloupe

He forty six and he's still selling dope

How the fuck you balling with a car note?

I'm in the trap, real shit, where the felons go

Curry never had a job, he always used a bow

Them youngings run up in your house, what it's hitting for

No mask, just to let you know who did it, ho

I'm from Riverdale, all I know is get it in

I got weed, I got mollies, what you tryna spend?

Fifty K for a show and my **** selling swag

She a red bottom bitch, Versace shirt, Birkin bag

I'm a get money ****, don't use the card, or keep a tab

Before I leave my fucking house, grab my pistol and my flag

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

My foreign car painted flat black

My girl hopped out ass fat

Paparazzi keep flashing pictures

Broke **** looking wanna be these ****

Four grams in my backwood

Millionaire **** still keep it hood

Pay the extra sixty for that steel hood

Phantom ghost got a **** living good

Turn up, turn up, I bet your bitch want a ****

I bet she wanna fuck a ****

Never be a broke ****

She like fuck gold, shorty see a platinum figure

Fifty K for a show and my **** selling swag

She a red bottom bitch, Versace shirt, Birkin bag

I'm a get money ****, don't use the card, or keep a tab

Before I leave my fucking house, grab my pistol and my flag

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Dope boy fresh, hell long on the scale short

Trap ****, ask Red Cross in Riverdale 'bout it

Bitch I still run the south, got them **** at the house

Bunch a bad ass stripper bitches like to chill at house

I don't fuck with none of them suckers but they bitches on my dick

Got my younging with me, busting at anything I tell him hit

Bought my girl a forty five, told her put it in her purse

Spent three hundred fifty on a vert, made a hundred for this verse

Told Flocka you can bring this shit in Cash or in work

He brought twenty and a bag, I say fuck it, that'll work

You don't want to be caught in my dope spot, ****

Talking 'bout your silly bitch get you both shot, ****

Fifty K for a show and my **** selling swag

She a red bottom bitch, Versace shirt, Birkin bag

I'm a get money ****, don't use the card, or keep a tab

Before I leave my fucking house, grab my pistol and my flag

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check

Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check