T.I. - I See Ghost’s lyrics

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[Hook]

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

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[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

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[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