Ransom (with Juice WRLD) - Remix

Turn you to a dancer

Yeah

Internet Money, bitch

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blowohwoahoh, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

I got red, I got blue, what you want?

The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton

She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan

I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one

I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt

I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton

The opps, they tryna line me 'cause they hate the place I'm from

But them niggas don't know me, they just know the place I'm from

I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place

But you ain't want me last year (Uh-huh), so just get up out my face

They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste

I know they want my downfall, lil' nigga, are you laced? (Yeah)

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom (Phantom)

I know I'm 'bout to blowohwoahoh, I ain't dumb (I ain't dumb)

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom (For ransom)

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some (Want some)

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner (Oh)

And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah

I'm in it to win it, I'ma be the best, yes sir

Started from the bottom, I ain't had no one, yes sir

Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner

Bro split wigs, turn a nigga to a dancer

I got hard, I got soft, what you want?

Since the day that I've been on, they been blowing up my phone

I can't hear 'em, I got all this loud in my lungs

Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smoking on runts

Uh, I'm in the hills (Ooh, yeah), countin' them bills (Ooh, yeah)

All baguette diamonds (Ooh, yeah), chandelier give her chills (Yeah)

Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince (Uh)

Now the crib look like Bel-Air, R.I.P. to Uncle Phil

Money big, Uncle Phil

Twin Glocks, Phil & Lil

Niggas hate, Uncle Tom

Spin them off me, carousel

Get 'em off me, go to hell

Silencer, kill 'em soft

Tecca'll take you for ransom, me I'll put you in a coffin

I got black, I got white, what you want?

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blowohwoahoh, I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some (Want some)

I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (Dancer)

I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots, wanna lick the gang, yeah