I GOT

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shh Yeah, yeah, yeah Tell my plug I got plans Take a chance Take my gun to the ATM When I scam I got luck (huh), I got ram I got stamps Give a fuck 'bout a paper cut Count again, count up Count up, count up (hold up) Count again, count up Count up, count up (three) Count again Not too much, not too fast Not two hands Give a fuck 'bout a paper cut (three) Count again Yeah, I was envisionin' visiting banks Since I was eight Sinnin' with saints Style different on us like Vivian Banks Stared at the mirror and mirrored the greats (ah) Look at the grin on my face Hanging with gremlins giving me game I'm keeping up, I'm like Kim with a K I'm heatin' up, I might hit on a date Hiding my head in the Hennessy Hidin' my head, they might try me like Kennedy, can't Get off my pivot on pivotal days Pivot my brain, the residual game I could've told you a nigga was lame I could've told you them niggas would change Most of them go out like bitches, I think Most of them go out as quick as they came Most of these boys can't give what I gave Scoop on the door and dip with the gang I'm on the road to riches and Ranges I'm doing shows in different states You see the glow, the glistenin' chain That's how you know our positionin' changed Pick up the phone and hit up the bank If we don't hit it today Tell my plug I got plans Take a chance Take my gun to the ATM When I scam I got luck (huh), I got ram I got stamps Give a fuck 'bout a paper cut Count again, count up Count up, count up (hold up) Count again, count up Count up, count up (three) Count again Not too much, not too fast Not two hands Give a fuck 'bout a paper cut (three) Count again