| Hey I think I seen a ghost | |
| Half a million dollar car, ain't even got no note | |
| Bitches layin' on the bed, bitches on the flo' | |
| Money to the ceiling, money come and money go | |
| I think I seen a ghost, I think I seen a ghost | |
| Hamiltons and Franklins, they come in every show | |
| Money to the ceiling, how you love you can go | |
| Graveyard in my pockets, dead presidents to blow | |
| I think I'm seeing ghosts | |
| [Verse 1: Future] | |
| Money burning in my hand while I'm still counting | |
| We put drivers in the seats, I'm in the back lounging | |
| My bitch she don't even speak no English when she come in town and | |
| I'm seeing dead people, man I got like four accountants | |
| It's all my yayo in that pot we need a water fountain | |
| We put that yayo on the East and full ten countin' | |
| [?] | |
| I'm counting dirty money, I don't need no help to count it | |
| It had blood, it had sweat on it when I found it | |
| I'm going higher than a elevator out the country | |
| I do whatever for that paper, it ain't on my country | |
| I went to sleep inside a ghost, I think it was a phantom | |
| Man I get rock and roll high, dog I'm off the channel | |
| I got sixty racks on me just in case she want to gamble | |
| And I go crazy with that back, it ain't nothing I can't handle | |
| I'm in my room with the light off, burning candles | |
| Youngest nigga with the set, repping Atlanta | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: T.I.] | |
| This money timid, hear motherfuckers talk money | |
| I inhale bills, breathe Gs, cough money | |
| I'm still making cake even when I lost money | |
| A multimillionaire, stil lspending soft money | |
| I'm balling way above par, got golf money | |
| The bus full of duffel bags and that's all money | |
| You wonder what my motivation? Bro, it been money | |
| Make extra jet cause my little mama love to spend money | |
| We Texas Hold 'Em, rolling dice with your rent money | |
| Get out my face and fuck your life if you ain't getting money | |
| Say boy, I spend the money you're trying to make | |
| Sell 100 Gs and it's sad to say | |
| Big dough, I get that | |
| In a fear? Push your shit back | |
| I'm arrogant and I'm cocky cause I got a graveyard in my pocket | |
| Spent 100K on my chain and a couple mill on my watch here | |
| My chick ride in that car you in | |
| This city, I argue in | |
| Get big money, no little dough | |
| See dead presidents, real ghosts | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Rocko] | |
| Boo! That's the look on the haters face when I pull up in the ghost like Casper | |
| Ooh! That's what your boo said when she snuck a peek at me right before we got ghost | |
| On my chopper with a chopper, they call me Ghost Rider | |
| I swear my pen dripping, I should be a ghostwriter | |
| I see them suckers, I get ghost | |
| I don't fuck with busters | |
| Too busy sitting ghost, you know how that goes | |
| Give me more, give me more | |
| Yeah I ghost that work | |
| Whip it like Goldberg | |
| Yeah I ghost that word | |
| Heavyweight, Goldberg, I'm a wrassler, ho | |
| Clothesline that bankroll, I be wrassling ghosts | |
| Chauffeur find our way back, trunk passengers ghost | |
| Got my green from the Bay, ghost ride the whip | |
| Hey man, Hallelujah in my True Religion denims | |
| Yeah, Rocko do the most, pocket hundred full of ghosts |
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