Casper

Need two tone, wrist on froze Make all hoes say whoa Cheech and Chong, smoking strong Casper imma go ghost Brand new day I trap out the bank Fucc around imma buy me a tank Money comes and the money goes Imma Young nigga chasing his goals Hop out the trap and Hop inna booth Know we slidin in nothin but Coupes Take out the top I chop off the roof Every city we stay on the move Her ex man is a lame Saw him today he was lookin the same No Guap, No Bank 200k he spent on the chain Me imma stack up my commas Bin Stackin wit the K like osama I need some racks, some racks, some rack and racks Stackin thru winter and summer Only will fucc wit dime The world is yours and the world is mine Dat girl she come with a price Do wine and dine cuz she mighty fine