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NBA Youngboy - Ghost [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Berge
Berge
Programming
Cheese
Cheese
Programming
DRok
DRok
Programming
Lastwordbeats
Lastwordbeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Hill
Aaron Hill
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Michael Roberge
Michael Roberge
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Schneider Sienes
Schneider Sienes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Berge
Berge
Producer
DRok
DRok
Producer
Lastwordbeats
Lastwordbeats
Producer
Cheese
Cheese
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Any last words?) Uh (D-Roc) That's a hunnid, girl (Hunnid), did that money flow? I was broke before, woah, woah Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze Pull up all white, lookin' like I caught the holy ghost Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost) She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (Ghost) Woah, woah, woah, woah, I just sing to you I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, woah, woah Swerve in the foreign, that's a Rolls, woah And that bitch cocaine snow She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll) She want me to come up with it She don't care about if my money run out Tryna bang me something Heard he say my name, he stuntin' I can't wait until the day wе burn him And the Nawf was home Broad day, I go through the window, comin' out that housе with somethin' Baby, I was broke Now I don't know a hot summer I don't know a cold winter (I don't know) My desire adapted with my money I just did it again, I just stepped on 'em (On it, I'm on 'em) I got them hunnids from way back then Put on that jersey, on back, it say "Kemp" Swerve in that 'Burban with burners on him I had to wire a fifty to her I got them gunners on top of the rim Know that they all gon' dunk on something, dump at somethin' Slide in the Maybach, stuntin', countin' up big rack hunnids, oh-oh I shoot the gun at them niggas They already know how I'm comin' I got the M&Ms Versace, my nigga'nem I wanna take me a jet out to London (Oh, oh) Carat the diamond and everyone pointers And you niggas ain't on nothin', yeah That's a hunnid, girl (Hunnid), did that money flow? I was broke before, woah, woah Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze Pull up all white, lookin' like I caught the holy ghost Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost) She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (Ghost) Woah, woah, woah, woah, I just sing to you I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, woah, woah Swerve in the foreign, that's a Rolls, woah And that bitch cocaine snow She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll) She want me to come up with it She don't care about if my money run out
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Aaron Hill, Jason Michael Goldberg, Michael Roberge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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