I see dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people I see dead people I see dead people I look in my pocket and I see dead people
One, two, three, body count One, two, three, everybody count One, two, three, body count I check my other pocket more bodies found
More bodies I'm back for more bodies The competition is a skinny bitch nobody I'm running and I know's it That's why I'm so snotty You little boys sit yo ass down, no potty
Let's keep it a hundred That's word to Ben Frank's Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't Grass green over here Green like the kushes I got presidents in my jeans like the Bushes We don't chase money we chase dreams Rub this money in your face, face cream Doctors say I have a problem I see nothing but the bread Told me close my eyes "what you see" You know what I said!
And if I go make sure the family gets the cash And at my funeral there's only 1 wish I ask Give the haters one last chance to see me cause this they last Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass I see dead people I see dead people Pocket full of ego, big head people One two three body count rising And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges They call me funeral they call us Face on point they should call us swordfish He got a gang of money You can't stop his drive He in the blue six screaming out stop it five Black out jewelry, you still see it though I make a moviue in the club, you still see it though