Tory Lanez - I Got The Keys (Remix) lyrics

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Tory Lanez - I Got The Keys (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] You know sometimes I get mad at these n***as Until I call my bank teller and she read me the balance Let these n***as know I'm about to f** this sh** up [Verse] 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 sh** I say is free? Please n***a I be ballin' The benz sprinter like a f**in' 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 b**h And a n***a want another ring dog and I swear this sh** is just Lebron lit Please my n***a They lock it and I got the keys my n***a The twenty, fifty, hundred, money machine my n***a Just ease my n***a Just yeah My chick is so foreign that her and her luggage is gonna need a visa n***a I come from the streets and look at the life that I lead my n***a 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 n***a 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 k** 'em the quicker my n***as is in though Yeah, if I like her, I fly her to f** in the city I'm in though Rolls Royce gave her no choice All of you b**hes get in though And all of you b**hes gon' tell me that you f**in' before this iPhone pin fall Hit it like I'm playin' pinball f** her till I make her wig fall Forgiatto got me sittin' tall Money longer than any item that you can find that is big or tall Why you went and got the clique involved? Now this sh** ain't never get resolved Man f** it now this sh** is off, uh n***as'll park out at in Timmy's and trap out that motherf**er We buyin' coffee every hour so they don't kick us right back out that motherf**er We back to back out that motherf**er 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 k**in' all the competition n***a 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 p**y 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 sh**ted on me when I see her I know I'ma come in the Lamb now It's Fargo Car gone Murcie-lago f** that I had that Crashed that, Keanu Find me, I'm raw though 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 b**hes Bought the Wraith, no album out n***as 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 d**h, 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** her with a go pro Keep this sh**, leak this sh**, 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 n***a So it's motherf** the poor n***as, yeah [Outro] They ain't gon' like me dog Hey Hobby tell them n***as I'm goin' for 10 10 million n***a

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