O.T. Genasis — Ghost

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 shit 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 bitch, 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 bitch that can blow me like a candle While I'm watching TV in between, surfing channels Got a main bitch 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 nigga’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 bitch, 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 nigga 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 nigga life Got her four cars, ‘cause it's all the nigga 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 niggers 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 nigga self pocket I'm rhyming in a ghost, I'm rhyming in a ghost Money to the bitch, 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)