Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I See Ghost's , by - T.I.. Song from the album F*ck Da City Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I See Ghost's |
| 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 |
| 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 in the East and in Fulton County' (?) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| His 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 |
| 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 |
| 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, Demi Moore |
| Yeah I ghost that work |
| Whip it like Goldberg |
| Yeah I ghost that word |
| Heavyweight, Goldberg, I’m a wrestler, ho |
| Clothesline that bankroll, I be wrestling ghosts |
| Chauffeur find our way back, trunk passengers ghost |
| Got his cash from Green Bay, ghost ride the whip |
| Hey man, Hallelujah in my True Religion denims |
| Yeah, Rocko do the most, pocket hundred full of ghosts |
| 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 |