Rick Ross - Rick Ross - Keys To The Crib ft. Styles P (French Version) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Rick Ross - Keys To The Crib ft. Styles P (French Version) lyrics

[Refrain: Rick Ross] I got them keys in the crib You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib Them n***as cheesing, it's real It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil' I think I'm losing my religion Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon Live every day like it's my last My only trending topic is the cash [Couplet 1: Rick Ross] I see no n***a in these clear Cazals b**h-a** n***a, better get some mail I'm riding in a 6 like this b**h 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**hes a motion picture, I'm picturing Paramount Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don With an ambitious b**h, lotus flower bomb Wale on burn, young n***a's doing numbers Double M G got it the next ten summers I'm trying to do it big forever Keys to the crib, and I'm with whatever Keys to the crib, n***a, bricks wherever Hundred mil' plus til we rich forever [Refrain] [Couplet 2: Rick Ross] I see no n***a in these red Cazals All I see is women with these ma**ive tails All I see is young'uns with this trash to sell They got some C.O.'s that get you hash in jail Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real Funeral's never cool, n***a, pa** the steel I'm a guru in the kitchen, whipping ma** appeal b**bie got a life sentence on his last appeal That's one of few names that'll last for real Got me drinking from the bottle, no gla**es filled Always purple in the cup, n***a, pa** the pills I'm the first one here to f**, 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 [Refrain] [Couplet 3: Styles P] Keys 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 The scenario: something go wrong, it's 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 That'll f**ing boil n***as for a chain or a bracelet n***a, you know I'm living fly For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie [Refrain] [Outro: Rick Ross talking] If I'm rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever? Forgive me Lord! Forgive me My next move: God Forgives, I Don't I think you'll love it Rich Forever!