| I said it feel like snow
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| In a pure white Ghost
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| Diamonds wet like ocean
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| And I’m moonrock floatin'
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| With a bitch so cold
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| That she feel like snow
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| In a pure white Ghost, yeah
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| And it feel like snow, yeah
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| Woke up and forgot to check the forecast
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| The only thing that’s on my mind is get some more cash
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| All these hundreds can’t fold, all my jewelry game froze
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| In a pure white Ghost and it feel like snow
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| I remember I was broke, but I ain’t broke no more
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| I used to pull up Honda Civic, now it’s Phantom Ghost
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| All them bitches used to diss me, don’t do that no more
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| And now they follow me on Insta and like every post
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| You can’t diss him, Coca, he got bitches
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| Forty-five in a big car and a big clip
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| Snow white, denim sailor white with the wheat Timbs
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| I’m always on the road, all the haters they can’t reach him
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| Reach him
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| All the niggas wanna be him, be him
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| All my old bitches like, all my jewelry cold like snow
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| My bitch the baddest in the game
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| Her wrist is cold just like a snow day
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| I said it feel like snow
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| In a pure white Ghost
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| Diamonds wet like ocean
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| And I’m moonrock floatin'
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| With a bitch so cold
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| That she feel like snow
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| In a pure white Ghost, yeah
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| And it feel like snow, yeah
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| Woke up and forgot to check the forecast
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| The only thing that’s on my mind is get some more cash
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| All these hundreds can’t fold, all my jewelry game froze
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| In a pure white Ghost and it feel like snow
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| Wrist rocky, brand new AP on my arm
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| Fuck with boss niggas, don’t fuck with lames
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| Need a king not a pawn
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| All theses chains like December
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| All this rain like December
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| All theses hoes lookin bitter
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| No I don’t want your nigga
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| Cold as snow in the winter
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| I’m in my bag, all this fur got PETA mad
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| Feel like flyin, poppin tags
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| Diamonds hittin like a jab
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| Ass soft, plus I’m bad
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| It’s all mine it ain’t fake
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| Got the millions in the bank
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| Bitches going out sad
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| Fake bougie bitch tried to go buy a Fendi purse with you last
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| I’m a walking lick, yeah I’m a cash cow
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| Walk up in the Gucci store and spaz out
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| Got it on my own, ain’t need no hand out
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| Neck frozen like Elsa just to stand out
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| I said it feel like snow
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| In a pure white Ghost
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| Diamonds wet like ocean
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| And I’m moonrock floatin'
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| With a bitch so cold
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| That she feel like snow
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| In a pure white Ghost, yeah
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| And it feel like snow, yeah
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| Woke up and forgot to check the forecast
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| The only thing that’s on my mind is get some more cash
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| All these hundreds can’t fold, all my jewelry game froze
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| In a pure white Ghost and it feel like snow |