Ghost lyrics

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 sh*t 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 b*tch, 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 b*tch that can blow me like a candle
While I'm watching TV in between, surfing channels
Got a main b*tch 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 n*gga’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 b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 n*gga life
Got her four cars, ‘cause it's all the n*gga 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 n*ggers 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 n*gga self pocket

I'm rhyming in a ghost, I'm rhyming in a ghost
Money to the b*tch, 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)