I Got the Keys lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
You know sometimes I get mad at these n*ggas
Until I call my bank teller and she read me the balance
Let these n*ggas know I'm 'bout to f*ck this sh*t 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 sh*t I say is free
Please n*gga, I be ballin'
The Benz sprinter like a f*ckin' 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 b*tch
And a n*gga want another ring dog
And I swear this sh*t is just LeBron lit
Please my n*gga, they lock it and I got the keys, my n*gga
The twenty, fifty, hundred, money machine, my n*gga
Just ease, my n*gga, just
Yeah, my chick is so foreign that her and her luggage is gon' need a visa, n*gga
I come from the streets and look at the life that I lead, my n*gga
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 n*gga
That just sh*t 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 n*ggas is in though
Yeah, if I like her, I'll fly her to f*ck in the city I'm in though
Rolls Royce, gave her no choice, all of you b*tches get in though
And all of you b*tches gon' tell me that you f*ckin' before this iPhone pin fall
Hit it like I'm playin' pinball
f*ck 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 sh*t will never get resolved
Man, f*ck it, now this sh*t is off
n*ggas'll park at a Timmy's and trap out a motherf*cker
We buyin' coffee every hour so they don't kick us right back out that motherf*cker
We back to back out that motherf*cker
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, n*gga
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 pus*y 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 sh*tted on me
When I see her, I know I'ma come in the Lamb now
It's Fargo, car go, Murcié-lago
f*ck 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 b*tches
Bought the Wraith, no album out
n*ggas 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 f*ck her with a GoPro
Keep this sh*t, leak this sh*t, 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, n*gga
So it's motherf*ck the poor n*ggas
Yeah
[Outro]
They ain't gon' like me though
Hey Hobby, tell them n*ggas I'm goin' for ten
Ten-million, n*gga
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