Letra Paper cuts Casey Veggies

Paper cuts

Fingers hurting now from counting all this paper up (Aw yeah)
All this money, when I count it I get paper cuts (Aw yeah)
Gotta get back to the bag, I can't lay with ya
Plus you only hit my phone when it's late
But I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute

Hold up, yeah
Fly, like a got a new stylist
Grew up around money and violence
Niggas be running their mouth
But they see me in person, they silent
She told me she want me to save her
And I told her "Baby, you wildin'"
She told me she can keep a secret and she gonna say nothing about it
I wanna hop in the Coupe
The one that only fit two
Baby, it's just me and you
Them hoes is just something to do
Yeah girl, I been getting to that bag, tryna get my paper up
She like "Boy, you only hit me when it's late," but I'm like
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finish
All my shit authentic
Like Caine & O-Dog, I'm a menace
Baby told me she in love
But I don't really think she meant it
Baby wanna fuck with the plug, wanna fuck with a boss young nigga that's spendin'
Aw man

Fingers hurting now from counting all this paper up (Aw yeah)
All this money, when I count it I get paper cuts (Aw yeah)
Gotta get back to the bag, I can't lay with ya
Plus you only hit my phone when it's late
But I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute

Yeah, hold up wait a minute
In the game, ain't no scrimmage
Young boss nigga went major but I can do this shit independent
Baby girl said I'm her favorite and she hit my line late like "Let's get it"
How you claim you doing it big but you ain't making no difference
Brand new car came kitted,, came a long way from that Civic
Young nigga came from the bottom, now we going back to back in them Benz's
When me and Wiz walk in the party, man them hoes gon' go in a frenzy
I like my lil baby naughty but I told her don't be too friendly
You got the money, ain't even had to work
Got the hoe ain't even had to search
She hopped in, I ain't even had to flirt
She knew my name before i even said a word
Going crazy, I'm going absurd
Gettin' checks like the first and the third
Counting up, got my fingers hurt
And the chopper nigga, don't get nervous

Fingers hurting now from counting all this paper up (Aw yeah)
All this money, when I count it I get paper cuts (Aw yeah)
Gotta get back to the bag, I can't lay with ya
Plus you only hit my phone when it's late
But I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute
I'm like wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, wait a minute