Lyrics

[Verse]
Dollars rain like blood in a slasher flick,
Creepin' through your speakers, hear the cryptic click,
Faces in the graveyard made of green stacks,
Haunted bankrolls, cash got voodoo on tracks.

[Verse 2]
Death in the air, you can smell the gold,
Souls sold for diamonds, icy, cold,
Chains hang heavy like a tombstone,
In this game of life, money's the bone.

[Chorus]
Ghost notes on the beat, death in the melody,
Cash turned killer, now it’s a felony,
Blood-soaked stacks, reaper doin' business,
Dead presidents hauntin' every witness.

[Bridge]
Nightmares in the bank vault, shadows lurkin’,
Coffins draped in Gucci, money still workin’,
Reaper in the booth, spittin' hollow threats,
Every dollar earned, more regrets.

[Verse 3]
Crypt keeper vibes when I count the stash,
Rise from the crypt, pockets full of cash,
Bone collector, profits in the afterlife,
Rappin' with the dead, words cut like a knife.

[Chorus]
Ghost notes on the beat, death in the melody,
Cash turned killer, now it’s a felony,
Blood-soaked stacks, reaper doin' business,
Dead presidents hauntin' every witness.