[Chorus: Styles P]
First I counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'
What the fuck is this feelin, what the fuck is this feelin'
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'
First I counted a dollar then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'
What the fuck is this feelin, what the fuck is this feelin'
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'

[Verse 1: Styles P]
First I gotta counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Got a strap on my waste, I got bricks in the ceiling
Couple niggas lost trial, and I hope they appealing
I scream D block, cause I know my niggas the realest
I get money from rap, but only fuck with the dealers
You know niggas that murder I got a couple of killers
My brother's kissing the Dom, niggas'll lick at your mom
And if I ever go to jail, they'll get up the bond
First I counted the buck, then I counted a m
Said what the fuck is this feeling,i had to count it again
We can skip in the Porsche and go bounce in the end
I get high in the crib that the fountains is in

[Chorus: Styles P]
First I counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'
What the fuck is this feelin, what the fuck is this feelin'
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'
First I counted a dollar then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'
What the fuck is this feelin, what the fuck is this feelin'
Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feelin'
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