Key to the Streets (Remix) [feat. 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Quavo]

Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa I got the keys to the Wraith Inside look like outer space, uh uh I had a meal with no plate I take myself out on dates, uh uh I got the key to the mansion Ho call my phone, I don't answer I fuck a bitch on a Banshee My chandelier'll start dancin', uh uh I got the key to the Maybach I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh I got a .38 special It got black tape 'round the handle, uh uh I got a lock on my shoe That's a Buscemi pattern, yeah Rest in peace Johnny, man He had more keys than Khaled, yeah All of my flows is violent, all of my hoes is solid All of my hoes is naughty When they expose their body, they got a pole beside it Don't need no clothes beside it All of my hoes excited If you got gas then light it Got you a case? Then fight it Empty the safe deposit, uh uh I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got key, we got key, we got key, nigga Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him When it's extra on, it ain't guaranteed, nigga I put some extra on it, can't believe I sold it I'm a gangsta and your bitch she love that Lookin' at my ankle, I'm like, where the love at? I've been juggin' since a fuckin' rugrat You probably was a rat, snitch I've been closin' deals way before the rap Bakin' soda wrapped, try and get a bigger 'mount Niggas lyin', told my kid can't even get around Niggas lyin', talkin' 'bout kid keep tryin', don't make a sound I need my crown, nigga I'm talkin' Nino Brown I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets I told my bitch I'll get her a Birkin bag I had no idea that shit was 30 bands Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels I got the key to the streets on my key chain Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang Niggas namin' names, doin' anything for a famous name And these hoes the same We were supposed to change since Dr. King We shall overcome, we never overcame I take over the game, and if you think it's a game Then it's all about the final score of the game I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the 'caine Now we fuck more, gave my daughter the game Niggas all the same And I done broke every heart but yours I just pulled off from the gun store And the Azure was something that'll make you tuck yours I got the keys to the streets But I don't need nothing but my feet for your front door Lil' daddy cause I'm Illmatic, I'm still at it Now she lookin' at it, now she lookin' at me Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin' Now she lookin' khaki I'm lookin' for it, purple Activ' I'ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri In Cuba with my nigga Dirty Harry Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters Got birdies landin', got murderers handy I'ma take a power nap Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap Plus I'm on so much shit My insides feelin' like a lava lamp Anybody trip, collar flap You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets