T.I. - I See Ghost (feat. Future) Lyrics
[Hook]Hey I think I seen a ghostHalf a million dollar car, ain't even got no note*****es layin' on the bed, *****es on the flo'Money to the ceiling, money come and money goI think I seen a ghost, I think I seen a ghostHamiltons and Franklins, they come in every showMoney to the ceiling, how you love you can goGraveyard in my pockets, dead presidents to blowI think I'm seeing ghosts[Verse 1: Future]Money burning in my hand while I'm still countingWe put drivers in the seats, I'm in the back loungingMy ***** she don't even speak no English when she come in town andI'm seeing dead people, man I got like four accountantsIt's all my yayo in that pot we need a water fountainWe put that yayo on the East and full ten countin' (?)I'm counting dirty money, I don't need no help to count itIt had blood, it had sweat on it when I found itI'm going higher than a elevator out the countryI do whatever for that paper, it ain't on my countryI went to sleep inside a ghost, I think it was a phantomMan I get rock and roll high, dog I'm off the channelI got sixty racks on me just in case she want to gambleAnd I go crazy with that back, it ain't nothing I can't handleI'm in my room with the light off, burning candlesYoungest nigga with the set, repping Atlanta[Hook][Verse 2: T.I.]His money timid, hear mother*****ers talk moneyI inhale bills, breathe Gs, cough moneyI'm still making cake even when I lost moneyA multimillionaire, stil lspending soft moneyI'm balling way above par, got golf moneyThe bus full of duffel bags and that's all moneyYou wonder what my motivation? Bro, it been moneyMake extra jet cause my little mama love to spend moneyWe Texas Hold 'Em, rolling dice with your rent moneyGet out my face and ***** your life if you ain't getting moneySay boy, I spend the money you're trying to makeSell 100 Gs and it's sad to sayBig dough, I get thatIn a fear? Push your shit backI'm arrogant and I'm *****y cause I got a graveyard in my pocketSpent 100K on my chain and a couple mill on my watch hereMy chick ride in that car you inThis city, I argue inGet big money, no little doughSee 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 CasperOoh! That's what your boo said when she snuck a peek at me right before we got ghostOn my chopper with a chopper, they call me Ghost RiderI swear my pen dripping, I should be a ghostwriterI see them suckers, I get ghostI don't ***** with bustersToo busy sitting ghost, you know how that goesGive me more, Demi MooreYeah I ghost that workWhip it like GoldbergYeah I ghost that wordHeavyweight, Goldberg, I'm a wrestler, hoClothesline that bankroll, I be wrestling ghostsChauffeur find our way back, trunk passengers ghostGot my green from the Bay, ghost ride the whipHey man, Hallelujah in my True Religion denimsYeah, Rocko do the most, pocket hundred full of ghosts
