Lyrics Ghost Stories - 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

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

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

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

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