[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