Baby Money – All White Ghost Lyrics

All White Ghost Lyrics by Baby Money

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

[Chorus]
I’m in an all-white Ghost, this bitch 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 niggas with me?
[?][0:20] all my niggas [?]
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 niggas
If her wrist ain’t bust down, thеn that ain’t one of my bitches
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 niggas
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 niggas 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 bitch 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 niggas with me?
[?][0:20] all my niggas [?]
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, nigga
Yeah, without the watch or the chain, I’m still me, nigga
Spinnin’ the block with this chop, tryna wheel me a nigga
Face shot, face shot, I’m tryna kill me a nigga
Yeah, this shit started off small, but it’s still gettin’ bigger
Playin’ with us, that shit 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 bitch 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 niggas with me?
[?][0:20] all my niggas [?]
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