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GHOSTBUSTERS!!

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[Intro]
Counted hundreds till my fingers went numb,
Now I’m stackin’ thousands, watch the commas come.
No more pocket change, I’m thinkin’ bigger plates,
Every move I make got a million-dollar taste.

Got tired of scraps, now I feast with kings,
Talkin’ four-digit stacks, gold on my rings.
No more dreamin’, this that real cash climb,
Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes this time.

[Verse 1]
Used to stretch a hundred like it’s holy bread,
Now a thousand drop quick when I make my bed.
Didn’t sell my soul, just sold my pain,
Flipped every scar into profit gain.

They still brag on blue faces in stacks,
I’m talkin’ five grand flips, no cap.
Bossed up from the mud to the glass sky view,
My hustle loud, what the struggle couldn’t do.

Every long night turned into ten racks,
Turned ambition into platinum plaques.
Was dreamin’ small, now I think global,
T-note hustle, empire total.

[Chorus]
Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes,
Thousands on the line, I’m in beast mode.
Every sunrise means I reload,
Stackin’ dreams till the bankroll explode.

Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes,
Talkin’ commas, not crumbs, on this road.
Ain’t no limit when the drive’s that cold,
Big money vision, big heart bold.

[Verse 2 – Real Talk from the Grind]
They was laughin’ when I saved my change,
Now I drop thousands just to rearrange.
New whips, new cribs, but I keep it real,
‘Cause the pain made me sharper than steel.

I remember the nights eatin’ out the can,
Now we toast champagne, still feedin’ my fam.
Every dollar I make got a story of blood,
Of faith, betrayal, and what I rose above.

They still think hustle means flashin’ gold,
I define hustle as self-control.
A thousand ain’t much if you waste your soul,
So I stack for peace, not for show.

[Bridge]
I seen friends die for a lil’ blue bill,
Now I chase stacks that can heal and build.
Invested in time, put my heart in grind,
Now every T-note carry my design.

You can feel my hunger in the bassline low,
I don’t chase fame, I chase control.
Every move I make got a purpose sign,
Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes for life.

[Chorus]
Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes,
Thousands on the line, I’m in beast mode.
Every sunrise means I reload,
Stackin’ dreams till the bankroll explode.

Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes,
Talkin’ commas, not crumbs, on this road.
Ain’t no limit when the drive’s that cold,
Big money vision, big heart bold.

[Verse 3]
Now the game don’t own me, I own it back,
Turned my trauma to trophies, that’s facts.
Every ten K made is a chapter closed,
From the pain I planted, empire rose.

No more countin’ singles in a broke down crib,
Now it’s duffle bags heavy, talkin’ business bids.
Could’ve sold out, nah, I built up,
Loyalty rich, and my spirit up.

See, I don’t chase money just for greed,
I chase thousands ‘cause my people need.
I feed my fam, my block, my team,
T-notes buyin’ back our dreams.

[Bridge 2]
They see flex, I see survival.
They see luxury, I see revival.
Every thousand earned, I give back twice,
‘Cause I been that kid who gambled life.

So when you see me stackin’ those T-notes,
Just know I earned that shit from the cold.
This ain’t luck, this legacy mode,
From the gutter straight to the globe.

[Final Chorus]
Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes,
Thousands on the line, I’m in beast mode.
Every sunrise means I reload,
Stackin’ dreams till the bankroll explode.

Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes,
Every move I make, it shows.
Built this life on blood and goals,
Now I shine like a diamond in gold.

[Outro]
From hundreds to thousands, that’s the climb,
From broke to boss, from pain to prime.
They can keep their C-notes, I want more,
T-notes bustin’ through my door.

Count blessings, not just bills, that’s me,
From the trap to the throne, still free.
Ain’t no ceiling for the ones who grow,
Fuck C-notes, I’m chasin’ T-notes fo’ sho’.

Chase Dem’ T-Notes

“Haunted” is a slow descent into memory’s darkest corridors. The track pulses with ghostly echoes—fragments of love, regret, and obsession that refuse to fade. Each lyric feels like a whispered warning, each beat like footsteps in an empty hallway. Minimalist yet immersive, the production wraps you in fog and silence, where every sound feels like it’s chasing you. It’s not just a song—it’s a séance. You’re not alone. You never were.

Extras singles from the new album with the same name : Haunted , the all songs on this album you can find on my youtube channel :  www.youtube.com/@adyandy2670

Haunted

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