feel Songtext
von che

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