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