Ghost (Remix) (Feat. A$AP Rocky)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Jaden If I want brand new Raf, I'ma hit up Raf If I want Gucci bags What, I'ma hit Alessandro ass What If I want Louis bags What, I'm callin' Virgil fast Yeah Kim Jones, let me pass, you payin' too much tax Rick Owens on my racks Racks, Rick Owens on my racks Rick Owens on my back 'cause Lamy threw me that Loewe on my tag, thank you Johnny, Kate, and Mack Mack Secure the diamonds on me, homie, I ain't takin' that That Chorus: Jaden Secure the bag for me, for me, for me, for me Me I got the cash, it's stuffed in the stash that you'll never see, like geez Post-Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Jaden They 'bout to spray, in the broad day, Febreze, Febreze, Febreze Febreze My niggas is blessed and we ain't even sneezed Capisce, like geez, Louise Verse 2: Jaden Yeah, runnin' and runnin' and runnin' away It's like we in Biscayne Keys Keys Rollin' around in the wings Wings When she get the keys, she say pretty please Yeah, yeah MSFTS put on a fleece Fleece I had to read the release Uh I had to re-up the lease Lease, uh Not gonna deal with you niggas, I needed some peace Some peace You wasn't fuckin' with me Me But then Flacko told me everybody would see and they did Bridge: Jaden Water on me, got me feelin' like I'm drownin' Lookin' for my lake, I think I just found it Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Jaden The fuckin' audacity To take a jab or a stab at me What The feelin' of feelin' a masterpiece Huh Gold grill in, I'm Master P Yeah On TV like half a week Yeah If I step out of my buildin' this shit'll start feelin' like fashion week Yeah With a new flow for the after-mes Yeah Now tell them run to the factory Hey Verse 4: Jaden & A$AP Rocky Runnin' the factory Yeah, yeah My new girl is mad at me Yeah, yeah She is an actress, cheese, so I call her Her Majesty Yeah, yeah She all in the magazines Woah, woah I would be mad too Mad, all of this accuracy Yeah Sorry, I had to Verse 5: Jaden & A$AP Rocky Dance in the club for me, for me, for me, for me She just pullin' up but please believe she finna leave Flacko say you a C, LV bag, gotta stuff a hundred G's, yeah Woo Motocross patch on her jeans, you niggas still wanna run with t-shirts Yeah Find me a baby in Paris, I'm callin' her parents to get her a Visa I'm in and out of the country, no matter what country, I throw them a lease, yeah Yeah, we just pull up and blow out his speakers Yeah Verse 6: A$AP Rocky Meet with the gangsters and the tweakers The G's who run from police Huh My homies who home on release, yeah Yeah, thanks to Kim K, they roamin' the streets Shout outs 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 same energy when we eat **** Huh, bleep that shit Chorus: Jaden & A$AP Rocky They wakin' 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'll never see I'm ghost Woo