Selling Keys Tony Yayo (Ft. Lloyd Banks)

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I know you think I'm selling keys
But I only sell fiends
I know you think I'm selling keys
But I only sell fiends
I know you think I'm selling keys
But I only sell fiends
I know you think I'm selling keys
But I only sell fiends
Cuffing this
Cuffing, cuffing this
I been cuffing this
I been cuffing this
But I only sell fiends

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I hate getting familiar with these niggas and bitches
All they do is get comfy and think I'm sweet like swishes
I spent half of my career on a private jet
Hit the jacks, get a hoopla, go wash your scent
Think it's sweet to have my shooters come wash your scent
I'm in that Wu Tang shit, nigga, protect your neck
All these niggas on my dick, blow Bruno
Jewish lawyers Scott leaning, always find a loophole
Hermes attire, sharper than a cactus
Half a pound of cat piss, model slash actress
I'm flipping things like gymnastics
My bricks doing simmer sauce, yours doing back flips
That means you hustling backwards
I'm back to the feature, I re-up the fastest
Rows go, you blow, make all the hoes blow
Twenty keys turn my yard into a car show