Paper, Rock, Scissors Starlito & Don Trip

[Intro: Starlito]
Aye Craig I ain’t going first next time
Paper, Rock, Scissors
Step Brothers

[Verse 1: Starlito]
Last time I checked, I deposited it
And the teller tell you that it's obvious, that I’m getting lots of it
I’m bossed up, I swear it cost so much
That's why it cost to even talk to us (yea)
Make sure you get your offer up
Anything I do, I do it all for of us
Got a family that’s depending on me
I’m gambling or I’m spending some of it
All my niggas stay into something
Got a short fuse that extended on me

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
Still sleeping on us, you’re in a coma
Don’t believe me, just wait a moment
My brain cells got paper on them
This 40 Glock got a laser on it
Gun you down, spray you up
Balling out, not laying up
Thumbing through it, no paper cuts
If your money talk, it ain’t saying much
My momma thinks that I’m a lost cause
Fully automatic, fuck a guard dog
I rock G-Shock, no Audemar but I’m still flashy as a cop car
In that grass like a lawn dart
Star, I got ya back like a lumbar