SK SUPREME - Money Feels lyrics

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SK SUPREME - Money Feels lyrics

[Intro] Still whipping up ba** Name hold weight- with no face Smirk and body that thang Lurking bodies get flamed Paper chase to this freedom Lazy n***as don't need 'em Count the commas f** reading Told y'all this is my season Verse Told y'all n***as I'm focused Most these b**hes have motive Checking up on these motions Tryna be where we going I can feel it in the air n***a Thirsty cases right here with us Only day ones break bread with us Now new n***as get fed with us Deal with everything Corleone 6 zeros how the story goes Pay it forward that milli grow Making sure that these n***as know f** games, let's get rich f** game, let's stretch this Setting things for my children's kids That's the truth of what bossin' is [Hook] Get money then spend it Paper moving to the feelings Feel good don't it? SHXT feel good homie SHXT get my ki flowing Still breathing in holy Get money then spend it Get money then stretch Real money on deck Getting payed is like s** [Bridge] I been going in never came i with a plan B Only Motherf**ers with a dream understand me [Verse 2] Pool side vibe kissing Hoes gon' keep their a** wishing Floating 'round what I'm whipping Tryna get what I'm kicking Snake-way f** missions All day my SHXT dripping Everyday I go get get it You gon' love how I'm living Money got me in the feels Money got me in the field I ain't never chase b**h bro All I'm chasing is a mill I'm still fresher than best out Raps is bringing in the cheques now Murder charges for the s**, proud Zulu n***a feeling blessed now Tryna stop me with a double team? Tryna stop me need another team Calling the shots while I'm on the field Drilling missions how the hustle feels Sorta living in the angels field Been the chillest and the dopest still You can't top me 'cuz the feelings real Swear this SHXT is how heaven feels [Bridge] Godly visions in SUPREME's view k**ed all the shxt that I been through Ain't a lotta things that I fit loose Still going in till she drop juice [Verse 3] Still whipping up ba** Name hold weight- with no face Smirk and body that thang Lurking bodies get flamed Paper chase to this freedom Lazy n***as don't need 'em Count the commas f** reading Told y'all this is my season Sounds waves I get lit too Down play what I'm in to f** n***as cause issues Them f** n***as on b**h moves Hit my line I got work for you Hit my number when the cheques through f** your feelings got rent due f** excuses I make moves