Che, jssr - feel lyrics
che [Chase Shaun Mitchell] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Che, jssr - feel lyrics]
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 (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 fuck would I deal
With a lil' bitty hater?
MAC with a 10 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 wеaring Arc'teryx
And I still sip drank, still sip drank
I don't know why it fuck with my head
Bullet right back, likе, 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 (Huh)
(Go-go-go-go-go)
MAC with a 10 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
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 (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 fuck would I deal
With a lil' bitty hater?
MAC with a 10 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 wеaring Arc'teryx
And I still sip drank, still sip drank
I don't know why it fuck with my head
Bullet right back, likе, 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 (Huh)
(Go-go-go-go-go)
MAC with a 10 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