All White Ghost lyrics

[Intro]
(KD, why do people call you KD?)
(1800 for you)

[Chorus]
I'm in an all-white Ghost, this b*tch a half a million
Never been to space, but it got stars up in the ceiling
I'ma go and get this money, that's regardless how I'm feelin'
What I look like goin' up and don't bring all my n*ggas with me?
[?][0:20] all my n*ggas [?]
Signed to the street, but get the bag myself, I'm really independent
Cuz turned a brick into ten, man, he really is a chemist
I need two hundred a gram if you really tryna get it

[Verse 1]
Celine jacket, Prada mask, got me huntin' for the millions
You'll get popped while you with 'em, don't come runnin' to my n*ggas
If her wrist ain't bust down, thеn that ain't one of my b*tches
You can't hit it ten timеs, then that ain't one of my chickens
Still got one foot in, I can't tell you how I'm livin'
Half a million stand tall, but the choppers look like midgets
Curtains in the backseat, it got ostrich on the [?][0:45]
If you ain't standin' on your business, I ain't lockin' in with n*ggas
Send them boys to take you out, they be poppin' in with switches
If you survive the first round, we gon' spin again and get you
Heard them n*ggas want me dead, it's so many men that wish it
Hop out shootin' out a foreign, we ain't goin' to get no rental, Easy Money
[Chorus]
I'm in an all-white Ghost, this b*tch a half a million
Never been to space, but it got stars up in the ceiling
I'ma go and get this money, that's regardless how I'm feelin'
What I look like goin' up and don't bring all my n*ggas with me?
[?][0:20] all my n*ggas [?]
Signed to the street, but get the bag myself, I'm really independent
Cuz turned a brick into ten, man, he really is a chemist
I need two hundred a gram if you really tryna get it

[Verse 2]
I turned twenty-six grams to a whole quarter bricky
If the streets done gave out pictures, say I still need to hit it
Yeah, she helped me back then, but I still need to hit it
Everybody did me wrong, they gon' feel me, n*gga
Yeah, without the watch or the chain, I'm still me, n*gga
Spinnin' the block with this chop, tryna wheel me a n*gga
Face shot, face shot, I'm tryna kill me a n*gga
Yeah, this sh*t started off small, but it's still gettin' bigger
Playin' with us, that sh*t suicide, a white Ghost, that's your boo inside it
I ain't tryna talk about it, we gon' move the violence
Yeah, he caught a headshot, what you gon' do about it?
I sold the work in third person, I don't know who done bought it

[Chorus]
I'm in an all-white Ghost, this b*tch a half a million
Never been to space, but it got stars up in the ceiling
I'ma go and get this money, that's regardless how I'm feelin'
What I look like goin' up and don't bring all my n*ggas with me?
[?][0:20] all my n*ggas [?]
Signed to the street, but get the bag myself, I'm really independent
Cuz turned a brick into ten, man, he really is a chemist
I need two hundred a gram if you really tryna get it