I Got the Keys (Remix)

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 Im bout to fuck this shit up
My dawg just caught a case, he cant be free
Till you bought the Wraith, it cant be me
Pop the lock, the safe, I made the key
Out here dodging jakes, pray for me
Only rock the Jays and Maple Leafs
Only stock I got to pay is me
All the songs are paid in straight to me
Yall think the shit I say is free, please nigga I be balling
The Benz sprinter like a fucking room
Dog big enough to fit you all in
Been going hard since H.A.R.D. even got started
If yall heard Im 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
Getting 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, Ill fly her to fuck in the city Im in though
Rolls Royce gave her no choice, all of you bitches get in though
And allof you bitches gon tell me that you fucking before this iPhone pin fall
Hit it like Im playing pinball, fuck her till 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 aint never get resolved
Man fuck it, now this shit is off
Niggasll park at a Timmys and trap out a motherfucker
We buying coffee every hour so they dont 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, its on
Like way out in London they calling me fam
Im killing all the competition, nigga
Yeah, and they going hard as they can
Sweating all in they practice, I aint even hopped out the van
My heart feels like its 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 Imma come in the Lamb now
Its Fargo, car go, Murcié-lago
Fuck that, I had that, crashed that Gallardo
Find me, Im Waldo, Im here for bread, what are yall for?
Just to say you dont pop molly when none of yall 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 wasnt my last name , rather keep my Malcolm out
Aint gon lie, she a super freak
She a super beast when that mouth come out
Fresh to death, Im R.I.P., had to give the swag mouth to mouth
She just ripped the tag out the coach
I just kicked her back out the house
LOMO logo, had to fuck her with a GoPro
Keep this shit, leak this shit, thats what we call promo
All the shooters, they in go mode
Me, Im pulling in a foreign bro
All the shooters, they in Volvos
Rolling up and smoking Marlboros up
Yeah, they dont like me, but they gon respect me
Yeah, they dont like me, but cant no one check me
Yeah, cause I got it on my own, nigga
So its motherfuck the poor niggas
Yeah
They aint gon like me though
Hey Hobby, tell them niggas Im goin for ten
Ten-million, nigga