Boo Ghost What I tell em? I'm gon be a millionaire Slide through the ghetto in a ghost They stop and stare It's like they seen a ghost Can't believe I'm there I came up still come around Real is rare Yeah I keep player Though life ain't fair I played the cards that I was dealt And now I'm here Can you believe this I got niggas that's turnt to ghost Ain't get to see this I thank you Jesus! Everyday above the grounds a good day I remember be posted With a pocket full of suflet Smokin flowers for hours I just blew through a bouquet Nigga play We on his head like a toupee It's doomsday hey How the fuck you gon duck 100 shots? Dont make me twist ya cap like a soda pop Im a seamstress cause I sew the block I know feel me cause I'm flamin hot I'm hood like a bag of flamin hots Stacking old money til the paper rot Rats in attic eating through it Don't fuck with the knats cause they blew it I made a lot cause I sold a lot I know the spots, I know the traps Way before rap. I know every crack In the concrete I'm street I'm running the city like a track meet Don't at me You niggas is ass cheeks Watch how I run it up But I'm no athlete Turn a nigga to the ghost of Great gatsby What I tell em? I'm gon be a millionaire Slide through the ghetto in a ghost They stop and stare It's like they seen a ghost Can't believe I'm there I came up still come around Real is rare I keep player Though life ain't fair I played the cards that I was dealt And now I'm here Can you believe this I got niggas that turnt ghost Ain't get to see this I thank you Jesus! I'm in that new thang Pull up on you with yo boo thang Say she wanna kick it like Lui Kang All about cream call me Wu-Tang I wanna new chain Reach for it, get hit with the blue flame That's how I do thangs Yeah now you Casper the ghost I'm in hood erryday cuz I fuck wit my folks I'm the same nigga just gettin bigger Ain't nothing change but the calendar Slide through in a ghost not a challenger Bad yellow bitch for a passenger All of my niggas is savages scavengers The weed same color as lavender We rollin 7's yo blunts aint fat enough Count it up nigga Gon add it up What I tell em? I'm gon be a millionaire Slide through the ghetto in a ghost They stop and stare It's like they seen a ghost Can't believe I'm there I came up still come around Real is rare Yeah I keep player Though life ain't fair I played the cards that I was dealt And now I'm here Can you believe dis I got niggas that turnt ghost Ain't get to see this I thank you Jesus!