No Proof

-Opening-
Dank Dave:
Hey Siri, play a banger!

Siri:
Ok, Now playing VII Scott

Chorus (VII $cott):
I’m counting this money, I’m counting this cash
Step up to me, I’ll put you on your ass
I got all this dough, Rolex on my wrist
I ain’t got time, For you or your bitch
Drive to the club, 2 doors on my coupe
All of my lyrics, Like alphabet soup
Up in this shit, I’m raising the roof
Know I’m the best, You don’t need no proof

Verse 1 (VII $cott):
You want it I got it, got more gas than speedway
Tell me to pull up, I say just name a day
Cause I am the best, I am the greatest
Look up my name, It’s on your girls playlist
I fly too much, You can tell that I’ve won
I need 21 pilots, Like my name is josh Dun
7 and Dank, Breaking the studio
Were number 1, Like we’re playing some uno
Can’t stay too long, I got 2 flights
I got biblical money, Make it rain 40 nights
Believe the hype, I’ll live up to that shit
Pass me the blunt, Cause I need a hit
Rocking designer, LV on my sleeves
We’re stealing the show, Like we’re running with thieves
Nike just do it, Check you like a swoosh
Legend like I’m Kobe, And you don’t need no proof

Intro (VII $cott):
I’m counting this money, I’m counting this cash
Step up to me, I’ll put you on your ass
I got all this dough, Rolex on my wrist
I ain’t got time, For you or your bitch
Drive to the club, 2 doors on my coupe
All of my lyrics, Like alphabet soup
Up in this shit, I’m raising the roof
Know I’m the best, You don’t need no proof

Verse 2 (Dank Dave):
You know I’m the best you don’t need the proof
Don’t stop me now, there isn’t a use
Me and seven out here making heat
So what made you think you weren’t gone loose?
Rock it like I’m Harden, ayyy
In my room like Marvin, ayyy
Light it up like Arson, ayyy
Judge gave me a pardon, ayyy
Everyone knows I be coming up
Gonna be big, I’ll be puffin up
Tiger Woods, I be puttin up
I’m getting gold and ya’ll runner-ups
I’m killing the beat, killing the flow
I’m killing the hate, I’m letting em know
I’m killing the verse, I kill in the booth
I’m killing the game, now I’m outta here, Poof

Chorus (VII $cott):
I’m counting this money, I’m counting this cash
Step up to me, I’ll put you on your ass
I got all this dough, Rolex on my wrist
I ain’t got time, For you or your bitch
Drive to the club, 2 doors on my coupe
All of my lyrics, Like alphabet soup
Up in this shit, I’m raising the roof
Know I’m the best, You don’t need no proof