Music: Chase Mitchell
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 **** with vapor
I swear I, like, **** with that real
Money on me, it's all on my mind, we can take no time
I swear that I'm doing fine, I'm countin' my bread for real(Huh)
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-go-go)
Why the **** would I deal with a lil' bitty hater
MAC with a 10 give him taper
Nigga want smoke, **** that lil' bitty vapor(She wanna be mine, but, yeah, I can't go)
She a saint, put her on to the X
Rubbin' paint, I been wearing Arc'teryx
And I still sip drank, still sip drank
I don't know why it **** with my head
Bullet right back, like, yeah
How my Goyard bag don't tear?
Nigga gon' hate on the mo'****in' 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, Ican't **** with vapor
I swear I, like, **** with that real
Money on me, it's all on my mind, we can take no time
I swear that I'm doing fine, I'm countin' my bread for real(Huh)
(Go-go-go-go-go)
MAC with a 10 give him taper
Nigga want smoke, **** that lil' bitty vapor
Like, **** 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 **** with my head