Kieran Bright & Backwood Boy - Counterfeit

Italy going crazy

Got the guap in my pockets, I don't feel the need to flex
Trappin' out the CVS you worried 'bout a check
I was born with all this drip man, I feel like I'm Famous Dex
I ain't worried 'bout a bet, cause I got the counterfeit

I'm posted with the scammers in the back
Glock 17 cause you know I never lack
Only smoke exotic, yeah I only smoke that thrax
Browsing on Tor, yeah I'm making all this guap
I'm up in the Uber, yeah you know she serving top
Got the new site better send me the link
Finger so cold from this brand new ring
Hop up in the Audi I don't even need a key
I got all these pills, yeah they really stay on me
Undercover jeans, Rick Owens on my feet
On my feet, on my feet yeah, on my feet yeah

I got that stick, pull up with it
You is a bitch you ain't with the shits
Counterfeit money, you niggas is pissed
I'm getting money, yeah I'm getting rich
I got that stick, pull up with it
You is a bitch you ain't with the shits
Counterfeit money, you niggas is pissed
I'm getting money, yeah I'm getting rich

Got the guap in my pockets, I don't feel the need to flex
Trappin' out the CVS you worried 'bout a check
I was born with all this drip man, I feel like I'm Famous Dex
I ain't worried 'bout a bet, cause I got the counterfeit
I be on the phone all day making bills
Anything you want, I got molly, I got pills
You niggas shoot for fun, when I shoot, I shoot to kill
Pull up with my shooters, we ain't do no autofill
Counterfeit bills I just wanna get these presidents
How that shit feel when I pull up to your residence
Actavis, pills, I be sippin' on some medicine
I get drugs from overseas, no this shit ain't Mexican
All This money got me tweakin'
I'm seeing different colors in my leanin', I'm dreamin'
I can't let these fuckin' demons get to me
Cause these niggas fake
Counterfeit the fame
I just want the brain

Written by:
Jonathan Mar, Nelson Dowden

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