200 000

Yeahh, ay!

Yeah-yeahh, ay!

Yeah-yeahh, ooh!

I got more Keys than Alicia

These niggas be talkin' policin'

I took your hoe, then released her

I used to trap out a Regal

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I thought it all was a fantasy

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

Lord I hope it don't vanish

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I told my mama don't panic

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I bought her heat with a dragon

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

Who thought I'd be livin' life like this?

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit

Wrist drownin' in the water

Trappin' early Tom Joyner

Beat the pot, George Foreman

J's go nuts, acornin'

Look at me now, I'm soarin'

Look at the lean, I'm pourin'

Come get your ho, she annoyin'

We toss her up like a coin

Tough 24 hours, geekin' on a tower

Shootin' at you cowards

'Cause my wrist two hundred thousand

If a nigga try to take it

I swear to God he ain't gon' make it

Back to the bando, the basics

Seein' green numbers, the Matrix

Look at that boy with the ice on

Catching plays Jerry Rice on me

I know niggas that'll get you nigga

If a nigga put the right price on it

Remember the days on the Northside

Hit for a rack on the dice homie

Now I take the mic and stand on the stage

I p-p-p-pipe on it

And if you lookin' at me wrong

I got some niggas that's right on 'em

All these flawless stones

I bet your hoe gon' bite on 'em

Smokin' this gas, get rid of the pain

You might think I got Glaucoma

Niggas thinking that I'm servin' the Chase

'Cause I'm walkin' with these rocks on me

I got more Keys than Alicia

These niggas be talkin' policin'

I took your hoe, then released her

I used to trap out a Regal

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I thought it all was a fantasy

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

Lord I hope it don't vanish

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I told my mama don't panic

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I bought her heat with a dragon

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

Who thought I'd be livin' life like this?

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit

White diamonds on my neck

White diamonds on my fist

I just got a white bitch

And she whippin' up the brick

In the trap my car, yeah it got that motor

I do not want that lil bitch

If that bitch is really not on mind, deep throat

Ayy, told that bitch eat out my oldest

She stick that dick en la boc'

I just be pitchin' her Raf like I'm floatin

Mixin' the lean with cream soda

Young nigga but my money gettin' older

Look at these bitches, they tellin' on me

Run my lil' bitch, she like "So what?"

Look at my money, that's L-O-V-E

Smokin' that gas like a stoner

Nowadays fuckin' my bitches in threes

Ayy, mirror, I'm watchin' TV

Ayy, nowadays I'm on TV

Ayy, Migo and Thugger baby yeah

Yeah, I just be countin' G's

Yeah, I feel like I am so beast

I got them Alicia Keys

I got them Alicia Keys

I got them Alicia Keys

I got them Alicia Keys

I got more Keys than Alicia

These niggas be talkin' policin'

I took your hoe, then released her

I used to trap out a Regal

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I thought it all was a fantasy

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

Lord I hope it don't vanish

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I told my mama don't panic

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

I bought her heat with a dragon

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

Who thought I'd be livin' life like this?

Two hundred thousand on my wrist

You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit

Hundred thousand on my wrist

Bustin' at you, lil bitch

I just poured a lil Drizzy Drake

I just poured a lil six

I be lettin' a bag go for Blake

32 and that 6

They be feelin' like Rico

Why you ain't called me on that?

I serve you out the backdoor

Nigga I serve you out the window

I serve you out the window

I serve you out the front door

Nigga I serve you out the car door

Laid back like OGG

200,000 on auto

Carbon 15 with the button on

Make me put it on auto

Free the GOAT, that's Roscoe

We gon' still be at the top though

'Member we was on the block though

Hundred rounds and a Glock though

Came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect

Stayed down all my motherfuckin' life, it was worth it