Ransom

(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 lick 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 niggas 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' nigga, 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 lick the gang, yeah I'm in it to win it, I'ma be the best, yes sir Started from the bottom, I ain't had no one, yes sir Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner Bro split wigs, turn a nigga to a dancer I got hard, I got soft, what you want? Since the day that I've been on, they been blowing up my phone I can't hear 'em, I got all this loud in my lungs Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smoking on runts Uh, I'm in the hills (ooh, yeah), countin' them bills (ooh, yeah) All baguette diamonds (ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (yeah) Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (uh) Now the crib look like Bel-Air, RIP to Uncle Phil Money big, Uncle Phil Twin Glocks, Phil & Lil Niggas hate, Uncle Tom Spin them off me, carousel Get 'em off me, go to hell Silencer, kill 'em soft 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 (want some) I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (dancer) I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah