Ghost Money Video (MV)

[Intro]
Ghost money hauntin' me, can't shake these demons off
Last voicemail from my brother, before he took that final cough
Mama workin' double shifts while I'm countin' at the store
But them streets keep callin', yeah, they know I need more

[Verse 1]
Sippin' lean to numb the pain, but I can't forget your face
Last session in the booth, now your beats collect that dust and space
Remember when we dreamed of makin' it up out the trap?
Now I'm starin' at your picture while I'm rollin' up that pack
Ghost money in my pocket, but my soul it feels so hollow
Every dollar that I'm stackin' got me feelin' like I'm shallow
Mama's voice keep ringin', "Baby please be careful now"
But survival got me twisted, got me wonderin' how

[Chorus]
Ghost money, ghost money (yeah)
Shit ain't real but it keep me runnin' (f*ck)
Lost my brother to them pills and powder
Every day without him shit gets louder
Ghost money, ghost money (ayy)
Devil's deal but it keep me huntin' (what)
Corner store to traphouse hustle
Prayin' God don't see my struggle

[Verse 2]
Memphis streets ain't got no mercy, gotta play it smart
Every move could be your last one, better know your part
Sippin' drank up in the studio, your spirit in the air
Mixing pain with autotune, wonder if you care
Mama's calling, phone keeps ringin', bills they pile up
Corner store ain't payin' shit, streets they dial up
Remember when you told me, "Keep it real and stay alive"
Now I'm caught between them worlds, tryna survive

[Bridge]
Church bells ringin' in the distance (yeah)
While I'm countin' dirty money in the kitchen (count it up)
Paranoid about them shadows in my vision
Is it worth it? Man, this life ain't got no mission

[Verse 3]
Every day I wake up thinkin' 'bout your overdose
Could've been me on that floor, yeah, that's how close it goes
Streets keep callin' but your voice is louder still
Telling me to make it out, before these streets they kill
Ghost money got me trapped, but I'm trying to break free
Corner store to studio, that's where I need to be
For my mama, for your memory, gotta make it right
Turn this pain to profit, turn these wrongs to light

[Outro]
Ghost money fading slowly (yeah)
Your voice it keeps me holy (what)
Rest in peace my brother (forever)
Till we meet up above there (uh)