Rich Homie Quan - Plenty Paper lyrics

[Hook: Key!] f** jail, f** twelve f** the legislator, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, got plenty paper f** jail, f** twelve f** 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***a 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** 12 Free all my n***as that locked in a cell f** n***a 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**h 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**hes, I'm pimping Young n***a still living like Diddy f** the judge, courthouse full of Bimmers [Hook] f** jail, f** twelve f** the legislator, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, got plenty paper f** jail, f** twelve f** the legislator, counting plenty paper Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper [Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa] f** twelve, free my n***a, 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***as without no bar I'm not always right but I know rights from wrong Get to shivering when my dick touch my b**h tongue The hip hop police chase me now that I'm on Counting ten on an escalator, n***a getting hella paper Never was a hater, chopper hit you like The Undertaker Mad as a b**h as I sat in my cell Pulled off in a Wraith when I got out of jail [Hook] f** jail, f** twelve f** the legislator, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, got plenty paper f** jail, f** twelve f** 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** jail, f** twelve f** the legislator, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, I got plenty paper Got plenty paper, got plenty paper f** jail, f** twelve f** the legislator, counting plenty paper Counting plenty paper, counting plenty paper Counting plenty paper, got plenty paper