Too Much Paper lyrics

[Talking]
There's too much paper to get f*ck a b*tch...
There's too much paper to get f*ck a b*tch
It's too much paper to get, for real
But I can't count it all
f*ck being around a b*tch
I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh
I'll do the hook like that
Just let it play do the verse

[Verse 1]
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Like y'all n*ggas movin' too slow I got a faster plan
I got a faster hand and a faster mind
Real gangstas never have to scream pass the nine
Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot
In half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes
Oops I did it again another b*tch in my Benz homes
When times get hard who can a n*gga depend on?
A few n*ggas, my true n*ggas
From day one, DJ Screw n*ggas
I coulda hurt n*ggas but I tried to help n*ggas
I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt n*ggas
I got three mics plus one on my arm
The Freestyle King and the f*ckin' Leprechaun
I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you n*ggas heard me
And if you owe me you better f*ckin' reimburse me b*tch