lirik lagu iz & rich money – ghost
[intro: rich money]
cop h-lla grams
then i double that
(double that)
h-lla stacks, that’s the money bags
(money bags)
push my f-cking 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-tch i earned it
this another trophy for my shelf
i run my mouth for my own f-cking health
i’ve dealt with this sh-t 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-tch i be posted wit’ iz, smoking’ backs
go hit a stain on yo’ mawf-ckin’ 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 d-mn 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-tch 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-t 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-t if i pull at this hip
i’ma pop these p-ssies like a zit
i’ma do da dance when i hit another l1ck
get yo’ boo thing, tell her stop dancing on d-ck
get the voodoo, tell you who do this
sippin’ blue juice tech
be on my sh-t
supreme be all up on my b-tch
go gang, that’s rich and iz
i pray my money stacks
gon’ get that f-cking 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-tch
ion f-ck wit’ broke boys, ion front you b-tch
get the f-ck from ’round me when i’m stuntin’ b-tch
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-tches 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-tch
yeah i’m a pup wit the pop, my f-ckin’ arms get to waggin’
same hands is clappin’
yeah, i’ma toat 38, rollin’ windows down body baggin’
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