Paper Cuts

Paper cut Gettin' these paper cuts (Play that shit four) Yeah (Ayy, Heavy turn the beat up though) Bankroll All that pocket watchin' niggas never gon' amount to shit (nah) F*ck my bitch up off a Perc', she say she lovin' daddy dick (she love me) We can't go inside the club unless we got in with them sticks (hell nah) I ain't check my stash spot in six months, shit, make that another six F.O.D. my nigga gang, but you know I been filthy rich Well respected and protected, I got mob ties in this bitch (for real) Thinkin' 'bout snatchin' chains, we snatchin' brains, you dyin' in this bitch John Wick with that stick, even my opps say that I shoot too quick Hold up, I just thought of somethin', why all my opps been clickin' up? Even when y'all fifty deep y'all niggas still be broke as f*ck (f*ck ass nigga) Thumbin' through these bands all by myself I'm gettin' papercuts Heard you stayin' with your mama need to get your paper up Runnin' threw these bands, did it by hand I got a paper cut Heard your nigga broke but wanna beef, boy, get your paper up (ayy, get some money) Shawty seen my chain and ask my name, lil' bitch you know wassup (I'm Big Bank) I got racks on racks, so many bands I'm gettin' paper cuts (racks, racks, racks) When you seen them blue whips out in traffic, bitch, you know that's us (skrrt-skrrt) At least a hunnid shots up in each whip, ayy, boy, don't play with us (brrt) F&N and .223, you know we keep them K's with us (got them bitches) Got so many bands need three or four hands, keep gettin' paper cuts Shit, another paper cut I think I need a Band-Aid (shit) I been gettin' Jacksons, baby, like my name was Rampage (ayy, Rampage Jackson) My bitch never talk back, bitch, you better do what I say (shut the f*ck up) It's only goin' to go one way, it's my way or the highway (bye) Paper cut, I'm papered up, I'll never pay to f*ck (nah) Say, bitch, this a million dollar dick you gotta pay to f*ck (a million million dollar dick) I need to tell my hater somethin' (hater), hatin' ain't gon' get you none (hah) Come and work it for a boss you probably get some paper cuts Runnin' threw these bands, did it by hand I got a paper cut Heard your nigga broke but wanna beef, boy, get your paper up (ayy, get some money) Shawty seen my chain and ask my name, lil' bitch you know wassup (I'm Big Bank) I got racks on racks, so many bands I'm gettin' paper cuts (racks, racks, racks) When you seen them blue whips out in traffic, bitch, you know that's us (skrrt-skrrt) At least a hunnid shots up in each whip, ayy, boy, don't play with us (brrt) F&N and .223, you know we keep them K's with us (got them bitches) Got so many bands need three or four hands, keep gettin' paper cuts