Young Taylor - Ghost lyrics

[Intro: Rich Money] Cop hella grams Then I double that (Double that) Hella stacks, that's the money bags (Money bags) Push my f**ing body to the max (To the max) Going hard for the cash (For the cash, yeah) Going hard for the cash (For the cash) Going hard for the cash [Verse 1: Rich Money] I went hard so b**h I earned it This another trophy for my shelf I run my mouth for my own f**ing health I've dealt with this sh** before You lookin' sus' so you look like a busta My flow is sick so I sip on the 'tussin I love it, I love it, I'm movin' so fast and I'm getting so high when I smoke on the gas b**h I be posted wit' Iz, smoking' backs Go hit a stain on yo' mawf**in' life then we go steal yo' racks, then we put 'em in sacks and throw that in the back of the 'bach Yeah, I got these dollars comin' in and out Looked about my surroundings saw nothing though Made something outta nothing wit' the damn flow Uh, make yo' jaws drop to the flo' My father always told me, "never bite the hand that feeds ya" I told my b**h that then I went and dipped and had to leave her I never cuff a hoe because I know that she a joke That's just me speakin' truth though [Bridge: Rich money] Speak the truth Lie under oath Smoke a whole pack Inhale ghosts (Inhale ghosts) That's just how this sh** goes (How it goes) (x2) [Verse 2: Iz] I roll up a doobie, that pack what I smoke I roll wit' a 30, the Glock what I toat You wanna speak Spanish? Lets vamanos, hoe Aye, I pour up the dro Aye, yeah I pour up the filth I wouldn't talk if sh** if I pull at this hip I'ma pop these pussies like a zit I'ma do da dance when I hit another lick Get yo' boo thing, tell her stop dancing on dick Get the voodoo, tell you who do this Sippin' blue juice tech Be on my sh** Supreme be all up on my b**h Go gang, that's Rich and Iz I pray my money stacks Gon' get that f**ing rack I'ma take it never fallin' back I ain't never fallin' back But they say mo' money mo' problems, I never heard of that Ain't enough money for problems, tell that to the birdy b**h Ion f** wit' broke boys, Ion front you b**h Get the f** from 'round me when I'm stuntin' b**h Aye, and I'm always stuntin' hard Look at my chain, look at my wrist, look at my rang Look at my pockets they lookin' like payday Look at my calendar, lookin' like vacay Look in my cup and I'm sippin' that pink drank (Pink drank) Big bags Got a lot of foreign b**hes in my tint, wanna have me (They can't have me) I gotta have it I keep my packs in the foreign 'case somebody got a habit Ha, you wit' a fat b**h Yeah I'm a pup wit the pop, my f**in' arms get to waggin' Same hands is clappin' Yeah, I'ma toat 38, rollin' windows down body baggin'