Ghost

I've been heading out the club, starting like I wanna
Ass around the hood, I’m the man of California
Killing that lady, yeah, I'm ready for the summer
If you're riding in the bucket pack that shit around
The corner
Feeling myself, and yes, I’m off a pill
I don't do moneyz, ‘cuz they seem to keep me still
Rather do pill, ‘cuz I know that's for sure
I'm only walking ‘round this bitch, shake it, looking
For a cure
Gotta take the money, take a change for the digits
Treat her like hoes, hell yeah, imma flip it
Need a bad bitch that can blow me like a candle
While I'm watching TV in between, surfing channels
Got a main bitch and I treat her like she's mine
Got a side hoe that I hit from time to time
Got another hoe, hell no, she mind
But I beat her couple times, now she's talking that
She's mine
Smoking OG, let me show you where to cue do
Staying on the roof, thinking nigga’s smoking meudels
Rave band zone when I step into the club
Got to see a damn thing, but I’m feeling like a duck

Pants on deck, life barrel show
Got the haters crying, love bet shout it
Money to the bitch, hell yeah, I do the most
All these dead presidents got me rhyming in a ghost
I'm rhyming in a ghost, I’m rhyming in a ghost(x3)

Down the b, dazzling, watch my nigga to a battle
Win pushes start while my shelve pop valet
Won for the hood, hell no, I ain't counting
All these careless say this green has got me looking
Like a salad
F*ck it for the hoe, ‘cause it's all a nigga life
Got her four cars, ‘cause it's all the nigga lane
Shot her to the homes in the bare sonecas
Yeah, I say you’re rich enough, f*ck yeah, I'm alright
Do it for the real niggers howling if you hear me
Do it for the haters, yeah, howling if you feel me
You are for rhyme, got me feeling like a martian
Yeah, I weep to beat it, have a nigga self pocket

I'm rhyming in a ghost, I'm rhyming in a ghost
Money to the bitch, hell yeah, I do the most
All these dead presidents got me rhyming in a ghost
I'm rhyming in a ghost, I'm rhyming in a ghost(x3)