Plenty Paper lyrics

[Hook: Key!]
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck the legislator, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, got plenty paper
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck the legislator, counting plenty paper
Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper
Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Young rich n*gga 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 f*ck 12
Free all my n*ggas that locked in a cell
f*ck n*gga 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
b*tch 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 b*tches, I'm pimping
Young n*gga still living like Diddy
f*ck the judge, courthouse full of Bimmers
[Hook]
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck the legislator, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, got plenty paper
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck the legislator, counting plenty paper
Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper
Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
f*ck twelve, free my n*gga, 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 n*ggas without no bar
I'm not always right but I know rights from wrong
Get to shivering when my di*k touch my b*tch tongue
The hip hop police chase me now that I'm on
Counting ten on an escalator, n*gga getting hella paper
Never was a hater, chopper hit you like The Undertaker
Mad as a b*tch as I sat in my cell
Pulled off in a Wraith when I got out of jail
[Hook]
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck the legislator, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, got plenty paper
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck 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]
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck the legislator, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper
Got plenty paper, got plenty paper
f*ck jail, f*ck twelve
f*ck the legislator, counting plenty paper
Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper
Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper