Ricky ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Smokin' on strong, I call that a facelift

You see my lil' buddy walkin' round with That damn switch

If you actin' bad, He the opposite of Saint Nick

Sold a million trees straight, hot, I don't play Tricks

When you in this field straight, drop it, don't Take mix

I'm only sellin' records, get a sack, these Straight hits

Tryna hit me with that double cross, you Gon' get hit

Runnin' up a check n J-Bones, I'm takin' Flight of these

Two for the twenty like I'm waitressin' at Applebee's

Ha, ha, did you get it, silly

I Talk that smack shit, and I ain't never ever Been to Philly

Me and Mook, always had a plan, we gon' Touch millies

See the bigger picture, can lose it all, still Won't lose my vision

Timmy Turner, Cosmo & Wanda, got a nigga Wishin

Mansions & Spaceships, And all my niggas Really with it

Money train, we the dream team without Scottie Pippen

Speakin' down, On the Brothers could really Have some people missin

Harlem Shake with that switch, like that boy Off of Ritalin

Hit him in his chest, to his stomach, now we Eatin' chili

Lil' Cuz poppin' Percs, Wit fentanyl he is a Gremlin

On the one way wit Big Cuz

Tryna do some business

Kyrie Irving wit the rock I got hood dribbling

Put these plugs together, see a hundred Thousand that is extensions

Rick and Morty all in your ear, call me Rick Ricky

Two Goats on one mixtape, nigga, we the big Billies

Man I can spend the greens, but I'ma keep The big benjis

For 200 I'm shootin' cross 45, tryna catch Cindy

I'm a ghost, yeah, I'm all out the way, you Can't get with me

Put yo hand in grown man business, it's gon' Get sticky

Big bro all on my line, naggin', tryna use his Blicky

Trynna ' go gold watches & chains like Slick Ricky