[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I got the keys to the Wraith Inside look like outer space, uh uh I had a meal with no plate I take myself out on dates, uh uh I got the key to the mansion Ho call my phone, I don't answer I f** a b**h on a Banshee My chandelier'll start dancin', uh uh I got the key to the Maybach I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh I got a .38 special, it got black tape 'round the handle I got a lock on my shoe, that's a Buscemi pattern Rest in peace Johnny, man He had more keys than Khaled, yea All of my flows is violent All of my hoes is solid All of my hoes is naughty When they expose their body They got a pole beside it Don't need no clothes beside it All of my hoes excited If you got gas then light Got you a case? Then fight it Empty the safe deposit, uh uh [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my b**hes in new pair of heels I might f** your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the n***as they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] We got key, we got key, we got key, n***a Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him When it's extra on, it ain't guaranteed, n***a I put some extra on it, can't believe I sold it I'm a gangsta and your b**h she love that Lookin' at my ankle, I'm like, where the love at? I've been juggin' since a f**in' rugrat You probably was a rat, snitch I've been closin' deals way before the rap Bakin' soda wrapped Try and get a bigger 'mount n***as lyin', told my kid can't even get around n***as lyin', talkin' 'bout key keep tryin' Don't make a sound I need my crown n***a I'm talkin' Nino Brown [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my b**hes in new pair of heels I might f** your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the n***as they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I told my b**h I'll get her a Birkin bag I had no idea that sh** was 30 bands f** the record deal, I got s** appeal Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels I got the key to the streets on my key chain Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang n***as namin' names Doin' anything for a famous name And these hoes the same We were supposed to change since Dr. King We shall overcome, we never overcame I take over the game, and if you think it's a game Then it's all about the final score of the game I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the 'caine Now we f** more Gave my daughter the game n***as all the same And I done broke every heart but yours I just pulled off from the gun store And the Uzzo, it was somethin' that'll make you tuck yours I got the keys to the streets But I don't need nothing but my feet for your front door Lil daddy Cause I'm Illmatic, I'm still at it Now she lookin' at it, now she lookin' at me Fly her to Miami, now the b**h tannin' Now she lookin' khaki I'm lookin' for it, purple Activ' I've been sippin like a virgin daiquiri In Cuba with my n***a Dirty Harry Walk a fine line, with sturdy banisters Got birdies landin', got murderers handy I'ma take a power nap Cause I got so comfy in the trap I forgot I rap Plus I'm on so much sh** my insides feelin' like a lava lamp Anybody trip, collar flap You better tighten your bottle cap, little n***a [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my b**hes in new pair of heels I might f** your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the n***as they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets