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[Hook]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldnât find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, itâs real
It ainât cheese if itâs less than a milâ
I think Iâm losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like itâs my last
My only trending topic is the cash
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
B! tch-ass nigga, better get some mail
Iâm riding in a 6 like this b! tch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air âem out
B! tches a motion picture, Iâm picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious b! tch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young niggaâs doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
Iâm trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and Iâm with whatever
Kiâs to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
Hundred milâ plus til we rich forever
[Hook]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldnât find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, itâs real
It ainât cheese if itâs less than a milâ
I think Iâm losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like itâs my last
My only trending topic is the cash
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is youngâuns with this trash to sell
They got some COâs that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funeralâs never cool, nigga, pass the steel
Iâm a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
Thatâs one of few names thatâll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
Iâm the first one here to f-ck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink
[Hook]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldnât find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, itâs real
It ainât cheese if itâs less than a milâ
I think Iâm losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like itâs my last
My only trending topic is the cash
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Kiâs in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
This is the scenario â something go wrong, itâs a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of loyal niggas
Thatâll f-cking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
Nigga, you know Iâm living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie
[Hook]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldnât find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, itâs real
It ainât cheese if itâs less than a milâ
I think Iâm losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like itâs my last
My only trending topic is the cash
[Outro]
If Iâm rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever?
Forgive me Lord! Forgive me
My next move; God Forgives, I Donât
I think youâll love it
Rich Forever!