Oh Na Na ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Ooh, la-la, la-la-la Ooh, fuck you talkin bout Money Train Shit

Money Trainnn, I make the hype say

Fresh out the slammer, I took a break, but I'm

back at it, Bitch mad, Sarah keep callin', bae, she a crack addict

Shoot him up, top in his cap, now it's fro matted

You supposed to be a real street, nigga, but you went and ratted

Aye ghost, I can't seem to find my damn fork

Jigg done spent 30 on Carti's, he lookin' like a dork

Play with Big Kill, you gon' get smoked like a Newport

We had Fun on our trip, but what can you get through the airport

I'll smack the fuck out a fiend, I don't take no shorts

Treat the streets like I'm hoopin', but it's just on a different court

Me & Ghost been through it all together, we the new Rick and Mort

Some heads shoot up in they veins, some' like the snort

And my cousins slime, I can't show a bitch my real-life style, it'll blow her mind

Outta you a hundred niggas, 80 of y'all droppin' dimes

I be tied in so much street shit that I forget I rhyme

Look me in my eyes, bae, you see that I'm one in a kind

Got so many of them bitches, you think my favorite number nine

Thinkin' bout my brother T-Tay, make me wanna rewind

I'm stashin' every dollar for the days that I was behind

This a dumb mix, gone & work yo wrist

Yeah, I call this move the Pot Twist

I really don't like to get Flow involved, cause he pop shit

Can't reach the rackstar, he on the road, takin' field trips

I'll Never let a nigga do me how I Tip did Flip

Tied in in with the mob, talkin' down could get you kilt

If you ain't take five bands to the store, that ain't a big flip

When I'm dealin' with the wooooooo, like Ric Flair, bitch

If you try to swipe my pop, guarantee that'll get you kilt

Me and Mook, we is somethin' like the Dudley Brothers

We playin' tag with these pops cause we servin' thunder

I'm wearin' low-top dunks off the Nike sweater

I'm stashin' blues all winter like I don't know no better

Gang, let's go out to Houston and change the weather

Nigga, Penny, pinchin' on the bag, man, that shit clever

I hang around all bosses, that's a big never

Wake up, serve Mike 3, man, that shit incredible