I Got the Keys

[Intro]

You know sometimes I get mad at these niggas

Until I call my bank teller and she read me the balance

Let these niggas know I'm 'bout to fuck this shit up

[Verse]

My dawg just caught a case, he can't be free

'Til you bought the Wraith, it can't be me

Pop the lock, the safe, I made the key

Out here dodgin' jakes, pray for me

Only rock the J's and Maple Leafs

Only stock I got to pay is me

All the songs are paid in straight to me

Y'all think the shit I say is free

Please nigga, I be ballin'

The Benz sprinter like a fuckin' room

Dog big enough to fit you all in

Been goin' hard since H.A.R.D. even got started

If y'all heard I'm with a dark bitch

And a nigga want another ring dog

And I swear this shit is just LeBron lit

Please my nigga, they lock it and I got the keys, my nigga

The twenty, fifty, hundred, money machine, my nigga

Just ease, my nigga, just

Yeah, my chick is so foreign that her and her luggage is gon' need a visa, nigga

I come from the streets and look at the life that I lead, my nigga

Yeah, even little Ray is getting pesos

Jewish lawyer get the case closed

Too much cake up in the bankrolls

Gettin' money like a scam, my nigga

That just shit a check up outta Chase though

And hit another BOA, that was like ten years and a day old

Yeah, the quicker we kill 'em, the quicker my niggas is in though

Yeah, if I like her, I'll fly her to fuck in the city I'm in though

Rolls Royce, gave her no choice, all of you bitches get in though

And all of you bitches gon' tell me that you fuckin' before this iPhone pin fall

Hit it like I'm playin' pinball

Fuck her 'til I make her wig fall

Forgiato got me sitting tall

Money longer than any item that you can find at a 'Big & Tall'

Why you went and got the clique involved?

Now this shit will never get resolved

Man, fuck it, now this shit is off

Niggas'll park at a Timmy's and trap out a motherfucker

We buyin' coffee every hour so they don't kick us right back out that motherfucker

We back to back out that motherfucker

And we back to back with the stallions

And we white on white with the coupe and brick

But we black on black on medallions, it's on

Like way out in London they callin' me fam

I'm killin' all the competition, nigga

Yeah, and they goin' hard as they can

Sweatin' all in they practice, I ain't even hopped out the van

My heart feels like it's so dark dawg, I gotta call it a tan

Man, shawty she gave me the pussy was good and I had to call up my mans

Normally I never do that, but I had to call up my mans

See, I had to run up the bands

See, I was the one in the stands

Shorty, she shitted on me

When I see her, I know I'ma come in the Lamb now

It's Fargo, car go, Murcié-lago

Fuck that, I had that, crashed that Gallardo

Find me, I'm Waldo, I'm here for bread, what are y'all for?

Just to say you don't pop molly, when none of y'all rock Tom Ford?

My swag different, jet lag different

I dated Trina if you wanna talk bad bitches

Bought the Wraith, no album out

Niggas know what the outcome 'bout

Drop head and the south come out

Head drops all out my house

X wasn't my last name, rather keep my Malcolm out

Ain't gon' lie, she a super freak

She a super beast when that mouth come out

Fresh to death, I'm R.I.P., had to give the swag mouth to mouth

She just ripped the tag out the couch

I just kicked her back out the house

LOMO logo, had to fuck her with a GoPro

Keep this shit, leak this shit, that's what we call promo

All the shooters, they in go mode

Me, I'm pullin' in a foreign bro

All the shooters, they in Volvos

Rollin' up and smoking Marlboros up

Yeah, they don't like me, but they gon' respect me

Yeah, they don't like me, but can't no one check me

Yeah, 'cause I got it on my own, nigga

So it's motherfuck the poor niggas

Yeah

[Outro]

They ain't gon' like me though

Hey Hobby, tell them niggas I'm goin' for ten

Ten-million, nigga