Bangladesh - Phantom lyrics

rate me

It’s like a black man’s heaven here

My nigga 2 Chainz bringing two cups and extendo blunts

It’s all bay when that nigga baby pull up

Pull up in the Phantom, shuffle with the doors off

Hop out in the city, see a nigga showing up

Money in the air, a couple bottles pouring up

Fat lady singing at the opera, yeah, it’s over now

It’s over now, shit is over now

Fat lady singing at the opera, yeah, it’s over now

Young nigga got stripes, bar code

I’ll be with your honey, buzzing like the bar closed

Choppers taking targets, shooting up marshals

Rosa park’s money in the backseat, star mode

Phantom grills shining like a new Porsche

And pardon me partner, I park it with my eyes closed

Front door looking like a car show in Boston

Country in a mug, holly cow, where’s my cargo?

Louie belt buckle, watch me rope ‘em like the cattle pride

I give your ass a smack before I give your ass a ride

I shred it down, I arrive in the nick of time

I pull the chopper off the top and make you change your mind

You on enemy turf, she got me in a purse

20 grand for the rims, half a mill for the perk

A couple bands, I make Rosanne sing Rihanna verse

Like oh nah nah, what that nigga worth?

All car precious, make that heffer come and sing in person

I’m so aggressive, any second I could switch to merking

Like Figaro, tell your hoe we ain’t come for flirting

I shut that motherfucker down, closed curtains

Real nigga poppin’, money ain’t no stopping

Filthy ‘bout my richest niggas, stuntin’ while we shoppin’

Pull up in my 6 4, old school 4 door

Backseat Kaliko, 20 deep the flow show

Higher than we did, nigga search lights

Bright lights, hit the club every night

Keep dodging in the kitchen, cooking every night

Fucking talking about the money, it ain’t never light

Heavy duty, been a G on some cash shit

100 whips, 20 hoes on one dick

Fortune and pain the price to lead a life

Gunplay, we smash a nigga on sight

Blowing big, lit up

The money coming, the gun’s took

My bitch shining, them bottoms up

The bottles poppin’, we blowin’ up

My young money nigga live a flashy life

5 star G, bitch I pay the price

YMCMB

Billionaires, let’s get it

Pull up in the Phantom, shuffle with the doors off

Hop out in the city, see a nigga showing up

Money in the air, a couple bottles pouring up

Fat lady singing at the opera, yeah ,it’s over now

Yeah, it’s over now, shit it’s over now

Fat lady singing at the opera, yeah, it’s over now

I said it’s over now, got the rims poking out

Smoke before I go to trial

Sacks filled, poster child

I’m way colder now, on the mic I had you

If I rule the world, Benihanas, I have a drive through

I’m getting to the money times two

Must I remind you?

If that pussy good I’mma try to fucking sign you

And I’m from the side, where we trap and we round you

And she’s so wet in my whip, carpool

I got a lot of fucking styles in my arsenal

Step my money tall, I gotta stand on the bar stool

Shorty so smart she in law school

And her brain so good like she in jaw school

All I talk about is money ‘cause I’m getting to it

All I talk about is money ‘cause I speak it fluent

Riding with the windows up and my music loud

I am sipping codeine and I’m using loud

Duffle bag in my trunk with the lights in it

Dip that pussy dry, I’mma pour some fucking Sprite in it

Thanks to Sedative for correcting these lyrics