Yea
I really think about money a lot
Sit down and plot how ima fold bundles and knots
Son of the crop, a son of a God, son of my pops
The type of timing y'all be on it's hard to read the clock
Finger f*ck the nina if I see 'em creeping on the car
Me and you ain't equal or similar we don't coincide
Never heard 'em shooting by the crib and had to go inside
But I was sending shots around your crib, made 'em hold they pride
Happiness was all a lie, tired of chasing it
But oh, this lonely soul of mine, tired of facing it
Play with me and get pulverized
Saw you switching without my open eyes
Type of shit'll have me go load a nine
Cause I don't feel it no more
If I'm being honest
I don't feel it no more
If I'm honest
Yea, lock me in a box I dismantle it
Pose for the cameras, the simplest move can soon damage ya
Lost in this aquarium and can't swim
So many lows you be feeling like you can't win
But I got patience
Could give a f*ck about your status
Try it I put money on ya nugget like you Mason
.40 Caliber will have you sliding for the bases
But that don't mean shit to me, ain't got no grip to me
She always choosing why the hell you bring your bitch to me
Cause she a slick groupie, you cushion her like whoopie
Shorty on my tushy, I kill it if she push me
But in the end, what does it mean to me
Nothing
Cause
I don't feel it no more
If I'm being honest
I don't feel it no more
If I'm honest
I don't feel it no more
If I'm being honest
I don't feel it no more
If I'm being honest
I don't feel it no more
If I'm being honest
I don't feel it no more
If I'm being honest