Plenty Paper

[Hook: Key!]

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, got plenty paper

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]

Young rich nigga having plenty paper

He's in the crib with a elevator

Trap house, Rich Gang terminator

Two Glock 9 like Tomb Raider

And I just came home fuck 12

Free all my niggas that locked in a cell

Fuck nigga wanna see me in jail

Was stuck on probation, I couldn't make bail

I'ma teach you how to whip and pull the camera out

One key in the kitchen at my grandma house

Bitch I been having like Skippa Da Flippa

Come to the safe house, I'm gonna remix ya

They keep talking 'bout lean, I sip it

Got way too many bitches, I'm pimping

Young nigga still living like Diddy

Fuck the judge, courthouse full of Bimmers

[Hook]

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, got plenty paper

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]

Fuck twelve, free my nigga, no feds

I'm a real shooter, you might end up dead

Heavy artillery under my bed

Choppa got green dot the Vector got red

Jugg out the uber, like I was the driver

East coast lil baby, I bet I surprise her

Let that chopper sing like American Idol

Ask for forgiveness when I touch the Bible

Locked up with my niggas without no bar

I'm not always right but I know rights from wrong

Get to shivering when my dick touch my bitch tongue

The hip hop police chase me now that I'm on

Counting ten on an escalator, nigga getting hella paper

Never was a hater, chopper hit you like The Undertaker

Mad as a bitch as I sat in my cell

Pulled off in a Wraith when I got out of jail

[Hook]

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, got plenty paper

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper

[Verse 3: Key!]

APD got pressure

DPD got pressure

Young Key he got pressure

Call him if you need him

I just feel it in the air

I went to Saint Clair

I roll with Saint Clair

I'm finna drop a bag on her

Drop a bag on her

I'm in court counting up

Court counting up

I know they mad at us

Police be mad at us

[Hook]

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper

Got plenty paper, got plenty paper

Fuck jail, fuck twelve

Fuck the legislator, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper

Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper