[Hook: Pusha T]
Keys open doors
Keys open doors
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
(Yough!) Make your skin crawl
Press one bu*ton, let the wind fall
Who gonna stop us? f** the coppers!
The mind of a kilo shopper
Seeing my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla!
Money's the leash, drag a b**h by her dog collar
Now, ho follow, this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
So much white you might think your holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to k** the glare
Ice trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons paired
The realest sh** I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real n***as quote
b**h never cook my coke! Why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile! HA! Can*l Streeting my style
Like you internet sharing my files, you MySpace n***as
So k** the comparison, I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin
Royalty check n***a, I never been
Cook money clean through Merrill Lynch
Accountant just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!)
Meet the dealer, ain't a b**h realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya!
Knock it the f** off!
[Hook]
Keys open doors
Keys open doors
[Verse 2: Malice]
Throw it on the scale, feed your God damn self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (No)
Word on the street is you gonna love how it melt
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the sh** sell itself
I yell "Re-up" til I'm locked like Mumia
And get it 'cross the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you goin' know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior
b**h tell me she love me but I know she's a who*e
sh** could get ugly, sh** she talk to the Law
And that's just what I get, its the Roses of War
f** the Bureau! Rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, f** hoes in plurals
Just like heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a peace of mind when you cop you some Shapiros
Cheers to the future as we toast to life
I'm prive'ing in Miami, I'm a socialite, n***a
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect picture
Gemstar razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
These b**hes fake like the hoes on Flavor
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper!
[Hook]
Keys open doors
Keys open doors