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I feel like I'm psychopath Hun, what? Bitch When I'm counting all my racks Hun, what'd you say I feel like I'm psychopath Hun, what? Bitch When I'm counting all my racks Hun, what'd you say I just try to change my mind Had enough with all this dime Dropping at any moment everytime Yeah, hun, what a waste I see fellows wearing chinese brands Fake Yeezys everywhere, damn Work your ass off to pay you a true pair Your lazy ass ain't going nowhere What the f*ck is wrong with you You understand that I choose Between my cars and my shoes Wardrobe's ready to explode I feel like there is no point I feel like you'll never get the point I feel like you'll never have All these riches problems of mine I feel like I'm psychopath, yeah When I'm counting all my racks I feel like I'm psychopath Hun, what? Bitch When I'm counting all my racks Hun, what'd you say I feel like I'm psychopath Hun, what? Bitch When I'm counting all my racks Hun, what'd you say There is anything I never wanted to do I've never try too hard to f*ck with these rich dudes My career will stand at is apogee and you'll never understand What it means to have a stack of money that's insane How much are you a prick ? How much are you a dick I don't give a shit, I don't give a shit I'm gonn' f*ck your bitch, I'm gonn' make a ditch Boy, where the f*ck you think I am Where the f*ck you think I'm at I feel for you, I feel like Ouh Life's disgusting without money You can't pleasure yourself, I'm sorry I was like you, I was like him But I was blessed, now I'm a king I feel like I'm psychopath, yeah When I'm counting all my racks I feel like I'm psychopath Hun, what? Bitch When I'm counting all my racks Hun, what'd you say