Feel (feat. Jssr)

I'm countin' my bread, I'm countin' my paper I swear, I got so many bills I'm smokin' on gas, I can't fuck with vapor I swear I like, fuck with that real Money on me, it's all on my mind, we can take time I swear that I'm doing fine, I'm countin' my bread for real I'm poppin' them pills for real I swear that that shit gon' heal I swear I like, need yo' feel Pop, we gon', like, pop that seal The money appeal I'm in that all black, no like teal Oh, go-go-go Why the fuck would I deal with a lil' bitty hater? MAC with a ten give him taper Nigga want smoke, fuck that lil' bitty vapor She wanna be mine, but, yeah, I can't go She a saint, put her onto the X Rubbin' paint, I been wearing Arc'teryx And I still sip drank, still sip drank I don't know why it fuck with my head Bullet right back, like, yeah How my Goyard bag don't tear? Nigga gon' hate on the mo'fuckin' game, don't hate on the player Send that boy to his maker, leave his face burnt, now he baker I'm countin' my bread, I'm in love with this paper I'm countin' my bread, I'm countin' my paper I swear, I got so many bills I'm smokin' on gas, I can't fuck with vapor I swear I like, fuck with that real Money on me, it's all on my mind, we can take time I swear that I'm doing fine, I'm countin' my bread for real (Go-go-go-go-go) MAC with a ten give him taper Nigga want smoke, fuck that lil' bitty vapor Like, fuck it, I'm countin' my bread She a saint, put her onto the X Rubbin' paint, I been wearing Arc'teryx And I still sip drank, still sip drank I don't know why it fuck with my head