[Intro]

Yeah, yeah (10Fifty, I love you)

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Phantom, Ghost, yeah

Pull up swangin' doors, yeah

You could tell when I cut a bitch off, she don't wear Fendi anymore, yeah

I orchestrate a play like Danny, everyday I'm like the offense

That girl obnoxious

Smoking on mid pack, it smell like dog piss, I'm off it

Like just be honest

None of my straps got safety

Hit your main girl, let her tape it

Got that heat on like I'm baking

Spend ten [?] at Saks, outrageous

Fuck yo' main, record on HD

Hop out the Benz and go straight to my room

Won't come out, she can't make me

[Verse]

[?] bags, Palm Angels

VVS [?]