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Jaden Smith - Ghost Feat Asap Rocky Remix Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If I want brand new Raf, I'ma hit up Raf
If I want Gucci bags (What?) , I'ma hit Alessandro ass (What?)
If I want Louis bags (What?) , I'm calling Virgil fast (Yeah)
Kim Jones let me pass, you paying too much tax
Rick Owens on my racks (Racks) , Rick Owens on my racks
Rick Owens on my back 'cause Lamy threw me that
Nueve on my tag, thank you Johnny, Kate, and Mack (Mack)
Secure the diamonds on me, homie, I ain't taking that (That)

Secure the bag for me, for me, for me, for me (Me)
I got the cash, it's stuck to the stash
that you never see (Like geez)

You gotta spray, in a broad day, Febreeze
Febreeze, Febreeze (Freeze)
My niggas is blessed and we ain't sneezed
Like geez, geez louise (Yeah)

Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' away
it's like we in Biscayne Keys (Keys)
Rolling and running the wings
she shaking the keys she say pretty please (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This bitch put up a fleece (Fleece)
I had to read the release (Uh)
I had to re-up the lease (Lease, huh)
Not gonna deal with you niggas, I need us a peace (A peace)
You wasn't fucking with me (Me)
But then Flacko told me
Everybody would see and they did

Water on me, got me feeling drownded
Looking for my lady, I think I just found her

The fucking audacity
Taking jabs, boy stab at me (Molly)
I'm feeling- I'm feeling a masterpiece (Uh)
Broke, realer than Master P (Yeah)
On TV, like half a week (Yeah)
If I step out of my bell
then this shit will start feeling like fashion week (Yeah)
Brought a new flow for the after me (Yeah)
Tell them run to the factory (Hey)

Run to the factory (Yeah, yeah)
My new girl is mad at me (Yeah, yeah)
She's an actress she's though I call her Your Majesty
(Yeah, yeah)
She all in the magazines (Woah, woah)
I won't be mad too (Mad) , all of this accuracy (Yeah)
Sorry I had to

Missing the club for me- for me- for me- for me
She just pulling up but please believe she finna leave

Flacco say you a C, everywhere got to step on a G's (Yeah)
Multi-crossed patch on her jeans
you niggas still wanna run with t shirts (Yeah)
Find me a baby in Paris
I'm calling her parents to get her a Visa
I'm in and out of the country, no matter what country
I throw them a lease yeah
Yeah, we just pull up and blow out his speakers (Yeah)

Meet with the gangsters and the tweakers
The g used to run from police (Huh)
My homies who home on release, yeah
Yeah, things will get paid, they roaming the streets
Shoutouts to Obama and Meek (Uh)
Came home and then bought a Patek (Yeah, uh, yeah)
Like what do you mean? Don't roll up on me (Uh)
The heat in the jeans, please, have the energy when we eat
(Censored noise) Huh, bleep that shit

They waking up out of they sleep (Woo)
Secure the bag for me- for me- for me- for me
I got the cash, it's stuffed in the stash, that you never see
I'm Ghost (Woo)