Keys Wizz Havinn

[Intro]
Yeah
(Thanks, Yakree)
Uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Big Cubans, my shit worth keys, I never met Alicia (Never met Alicia)
First night, we had a threesome, damn, I think this bitch a keeper (Damn, I think this bitch a keeper)
Pour up sippin' raw, ether, smokin' on expensive reefer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dope-boy fresh, yes, I should've popped out with a beeper (Should've popped out with a beeper)
Blue hundreds, pink fifties, bankroll same color as Easter
Hood bitch with an attitude, she from Miami like Caresha
Hardheaded, dropped out of school, I got more money than my teachers (Got more fuckin' money)
These niggas ain't never ball, they always watchin' from the bleachers (They fuckin' dummies)

[Verse]
Went to the bank, a forty-ball is only what I took out (That's all that I took out)
You ain't never put the work in on a lick, you was always just a lookout (You was a fuckin' lookout)
Big-ass bankroll, it's thick as hell, look like I pulled a book out (Damn)
I got on more ice than a cooler at the cookout (Aw yeah)
I ain't even take that bitch to dinner, but she let me slut her out (She let me fuck or somethin')
I was broke as fuck, remember? Now I spend a dub on a watch (Yeah, I'm up for certain)
Drop an ounce of Kylie Jenner, now I go dumb in the pot (Skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas be switchin' they agendas, like, homie, you thuggin' or not? (Like what?)
Like is you trappin' or what?
Pack landed, shit goin' up
7 Series comin' through like a truck (Yeah)
Dirty mud, stainin' the cup (Yeah)
Ran it up off of slangin' that stuff (Yeah)
All blues like I'm bangin' with cuz (Cuz)
Banger on me when I hang in the club (Banger)
Shooters and bad bitches came with us (Yeah)