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 the Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
 I know I'm 'bout to blow, oh, oh, 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 link 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, 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?
 I got black, I got white, what you want?
 Hop outside the Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
 I know I'm 'bout to blow, oh, oh, 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 link the gang, yeah
 I'm in it to win it, I'ma be the best, yes, sir
 Started from the bottom, I ain't have no one, yes, sir
 Had to get big on them niggas, Bruce Banner
 Bro split wings, turn a nigga to a dancer
 I got hard, I got soft, what you want?
 Since the day that I been on, they been blowin' up my phone
 I can't hear 'em, I got all this loud in my lungs
 Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smokin' on Runtz
 Uh, I'm in the hills (ooh, yeah)
 Countin' them bills (ooh, yeah)
 All baguette diamonds (yeah)
 Chandelier give her chills (yeah)
 Feel like yesterday, I was just watchin' Fresh Prince (uh)
 Now the crib look like Bel Air, RIP to Uncle Phil
 Money big, Uncle Phil
 Twin Glocks, Phil and Lil
 Niggas hate, Uncle Tom
 Spin 'em 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 the Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
 I know I'm 'bout to blow, oh, oh, 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 link the gang, yeah