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



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Cooper, Edwin Kenneth Green, Mejdi Rhars, Shane Moran, Austin Paoli
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