I GOT

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 it again, count it Count it, count it (Hold up) Count it again, count it Count it, count it (Three) Count it again Not too much, not too fast Not two hands Give a fuck 'bout a paper cut (Three) Count it again Yeah, I was envisioning visiting banks Since I was 8 Sinning with saints Started from darkness like Vivian Banks Stared at the mirror and mirrored the greats 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 hеating up, I might hit on a date Hiding my head in the Hеnnessy Hiding 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 have told you a nigga was lame I could've told you the nigga 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 glistening chain That's how you know our positioning 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 it again count it Count it, count it (Hold up) Count it again, count it Count it, count it (Three) Count it again Not too much, not too fast Not two hands Give a fuck 'bout a paper cut (Three) Count it again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Snatch a nigga out the coupe