Tory Lanez - I Got the Keys lyrics

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