Rick Ross - Keys To The Club lyrics

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Rick Ross - Keys To The Club lyrics

[Hook] I got them keys in the crib You wouldnt find them if you had the keys to the crib Them n***as cheesing, its real It aint cheese if its less than a mil I think Im losing my religion Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like its my last My only trending topic is the cash [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I see no n***a in these clear Gazelles B! tch-a** n***a, better get some mail Im 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 em out B! tches a motion picture, Im picturing Paramount Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don With an ambitious b! tch, lotus flower bomb Wale on burn, young n***as doing numbers Double M G got it the next ten summers Im trying to do it big forever Keys to the crib, and Im with whatever Kis to the crib, n***a, bricks wherever Hundred mil plus til we rich forever [Hook] I got them keys in the crib You wouldnt find them if you had the keys to the crib Them n***as cheesing, its real It aint cheese if its less than a mil I think Im losing my religion Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like its my last My only trending topic is the cash [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I see no n***a in these red Gazelles All I see is women with these ma**ive tails All I see is younguns with this trash to sell They got some COs that get you hash in jail Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real Funerals never cool, n***a, pa** the steel Im a guru in the kitchen, whipping ma** appeal b**bie got a life sentence on his last appeal Thats one of few names thatll last for real Got me drinking from the bottom, no gla**es filled Always purple in the cup, n***a, pa** the pills Im the first one here to f-ck, snatch your a** 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 wouldnt find them if you had the keys to the crib Them n***as cheesing, its real It aint cheese if its less than a mil I think Im losing my religion Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like its my last My only trending topic is the cash [Verse 3: Styles P] Kis 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 c**aine, trees in the six Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips This is the scenario something go wrong, its 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 n***as that beat cases Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis Weight sh**, get the big house and the spaceship Team of loyal n***as Thatll f-cking boil n***as for a chain or a bracelet n***a, you know Im living fly For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie [Hook] I got them keys in the crib You wouldnt find them if you had the keys to the crib Them n***as cheesing, its real It aint cheese if its less than a mil I think Im losing my religion Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like its my last My only trending topic is the cash [Outro] If Im rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever? Forgive me Lord! Forgive me My next move; God Forgives, I Dont I think youll love it Rich Forever!