Tory Lanez - I Got The Keys (Remix) Lyrics

You know sometimes I get mad at these niggas
Until I call my bank teller and she read me the balance
Let these niggas know I'm about to f*ck this shit up

My dawg just caught a case he can't be free
Till' you bought the Wraith you can't be me
Pop the lock and safe, I made the key
Outchea dodgin' jakes, pray for me
Only rock the jays, & make believe
Only stock I got to pay is me
All the songs are paid in straight to me
Y'all think the shit I say is free?
Please nigga I be ballin'
The benz sprinter like a f*ckin' 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 bitch
And a nigga want another ring dog and I swear this shit is just Lebron lit
Please my nigga
They lock it and I got the keys my nigga
The twenty, fifty, hundred, money machine my nigga
Just ease my nigga
Just yeah
My chick is so foreign that her and her luggage is gonna need a visa nigga
I come from the streets and look at the life that I lead my nigga
Yeah, even little Ray is gettin' pesos
Jewish lawyer get the case closed
Too much cake up in the bankrolls
Gettin' money like a scam my nigga
That just hit a check up out of Chase though
And hit another BOA, that was like 10 years and a day old
Yeah the quicker we kill 'em the quicker my niggas is in though
Yeah, if I like her, I fly her to f*ck in the city I'm in though
Rolls Royce gave her no choice
All of you bitches get in though
And all of you bitches gon' tell me that you f*ckin' before this iPhone pin fall
Hit it like I'm playin' pinball
F*ck her till I make her wig fall
Forgiatto got me sittin' tall
Money longer than any item that you can find at the big and tall
Why you went and got the clique involved?
Now this shit ain't never get resolved
Man f*ck it now this shit is off, uh
Niggas'll park out at in Timmy's and trap out that motherf*cker
We buyin' coffee every hour so they don't kick us right back out that motherf*cker
We back to back out that motherf*cker
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 killin' all the competition nigga
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 dog, I got to call it a tan
Man, shawty she gave me the pussy is 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 shitted on me when I see her I know I'm a come in the Lamb now
It's Fargo
Car gone
Murcie-lago
F*ck that
I had that
Crashed that, Keanu
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 bitches
Bought the Wraith, no album out
Niggas know what the outcome bout
Drop head in 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 death, I'm RIP
Had to give the swag mouth to mouth
She just ripped the tag out the coach
I just kicked her back out the house
Low-mo, logo, had to f*ck her with a go pro
Keep this shit, leak this shit, 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 smokin' 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
Cause I got it on my own nigga
So it's motherf*ck the poor niggas, yeah

They ain't gon' like me dog
Hey Hobby tell them niggas I'm goin' for 10
10 million nigga