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