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Key to Tha City
Key to Tha City
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I get me a check, Then I get another one I count up stack, then count me some mo up I need me some mo bucks, can't add up them slow bucks Just look at me come up, oh I see tha hate boy I be running up check,making competition sweat Making bitches break they neck, pull that stack out count a check I be working going hard mane I'm all about a check Gotta grind it out 7 days a week an get a check All my folks tell me rest, I just tell'em I can't do that On my way to a check, but naw I ain't rich yet In a league of my own, I ain't fucking wit no rejects I got money on my line, you can even check tha recents Ain't tha best but I'm decent, I work hard don't need a reason For that check ok now we talkin cheese I love some cheddar On my side I keep that pepper jack, don't play boy I'll melt ya Everyday I pray to god I know my blessing gone be better I wake up get a check, I don't want it if it's lesser Don't care nothin bout a bitch, I just wanna get them extras I been on some other shit mane, I'm on another level Yeah I'm blessed, an I'm humble, I just wanna get them commas I drive fast hit a check point, then I'm off to tha next one Everyday it's bout a bag All I wanna get is cash Walking in an out tha bank, swipe a card then I get cash I jump out an, spend a bag, I make all these niggas mad On tha grind an I'm Gettin it, got folks in my business Like how you get up in it, I'm just runnin up tha ticket Love to hustle making plays, had to change a couple ways Way back in tha days, I been thought to get paid Laid, now chillin in tha shade, own spot bills str8 Next spot by a lake, money coming can't wait How you count it up, I gotta weight it, only presidents I know dead In tha hood, yeah I got stripes, where them young niggas take lives I ain't worried about tha competition, naw I ain't studdin them guys Everybody gon hate, especially when you gettin cake Them bitches come by tha boat load, wanna know watcha make I'm just chillin like a villain, blowin fruity gettin face Everybody trying to join tha race, I just tell'em catch up When you hear this jam, gon head getcha check up Still gon make it rich, if it don't work, ball til my wrist hurt On a mission I gotta get it, I ain't comin last I'm takin first
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