Doomsday

I count my money on Thursdays I send her cash like a bouquet I treat my days like they doomsday We pass the blunt, it's a relay I count my money on Thursdays I send her cash like a bouquet I treat my days like they doomsday We pass the blunt, it's a relay So many been waiting on my downfall It's funny cause they even love more Just focus on money and make more I go for shopping and close stores I manifest and I pray more I treat my pants like it's autumn When she show me tits and her bottoms I can't believe they killed Pop Smoke So I woo and drill on pop shows There's nothing I love like a negro Said that I'm black with no sorrow Play with her clit like a console I make them cum and I snatch souls I see my people malnourished One day their lives will be polished I sip on henny and vomit My heart is heavy and morbid Maybe the drugs will stop it They took their lives for profit I sit in the dark and I think more I listen to Gunna and J. Cole I got my weed and my bible I hate on people who are entitled I count my money on Thursdays I send her cash like a bouquet I treat my days like they doomsday We pass the blunt, it's a relay I count my money on Thursdays I send her cash like a bouquet I treat my days like they doomsday We pass the blunt, it's a relay She took a walk with my third leg Before me her walls were stagnant Now she make it rain, it's perfect She sent me a text, she's pregnant She's foreign so I like her accent I gave her a baby as a present I told her my Father was absent So probably I could have been a mistake I could be my father or different I won't say I'm good or bad either I lay the pipe like a plumber She's healthy I gave her a cucumber I count my money on Thursdays I send her cash like a bouquet I treat my days like they doomsday We pass the blunt, it's a relay I count my money on Thursdays I send her cash like a bouquet I treat my days like they doomsday We pass the blunt, it's a relay