Tory Lanez - I Got The Keys (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro)
You know sometimes I get mad at these ni**as
Until I call my bank teller and she read me the balance
Let these ni**as know I’m about to f**k this s**t 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 dodginG 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 s**t I say is free?
Please ni**a I be ballinG
The benz sprinter like a f**kinG room dog big enough to fit you all in
Been goinG hard since H.A.R.D. even got started
If y’all heard I’m with a dark bi**h
And a ni**a want another ring dog and I swear this s**t is just Lebron lit
Please my ni**a
They lock it and I got the keys my ni**a
The twenty, fifty, hundred, money machine my ni**a
Just ease my ni**a
Just yeah
My chick is so foreign that her and her luggage is gonna need a visa ni**a
I come from the streets and look at the life that I lead my ni**a
Yeah, even little Ray is getting pesos
Jewish lawyer get the case closed
Too much cake up in the bankrolls
Getting money like a scam my ni**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 kill em the quicker my ni**as is in though
Yeah, if I like her, I fly her to f**k in the city I’m in though
Rolls Royce gave her no choice
All of you bi**hes get in though
And all of you bi**hes gon tell me that you f**king before this iPhone pin fall
Hit it like I’m playing pinball
F**k her till I make her wig fall
Forgiatto got me sitting 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 s**t ain’t never get resolved
Man f**k it now this s**t is off, uh
Ni**as’ll park out at in Timmy’s and trap out that motherf**ker
We buying coffee every hour so they don’t kick us right back out that motherf**ker
We back to back out that motherf**ker
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 calling me fam
I’m killing all the competition ni**a
Yeah and they going hard as they can
Sweating 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 pu**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*tted on me when I see her I know I’ma come in the Lamb now
It’s Fargo
Car gone
Murcie-lago
F**k that
I had that
Crashed that, Keanu
Find me, I’m Ealdo
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 bi**hes
Bought the Wraith, no album out
Ni**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 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**k her with a go pro
Keep this s**t, leak this s**t, that’s what we call promo
All the shooters, they in go mode
Me, I’m pulling in a foreign bro
All the shooters, they in Volvos
Rolling up and smoking 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 ni**a
So it’s motherf**k the poor ni**as, yeah