[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!