(June, you're a genius)
Yeah, huh (Think It's A Game?)
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 **** 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 (yeah, yeah)
Young **** from the Nawf (ayy, Nawf, yeah)
Got my eye on the streets like a hawk (ayy, hawk, yeah)
Wrap 'em, put 'em on a boat (wrap 'em up)
Boy, you better not choke (boy)
And there ain't no runnin' off (nawf, nawf)
We got the key to the streets (streets), everybody notice me (me)
Used to dream about 50 thousand in my jeans
Now 50 thousand cheap to me
Remember the days watching the Hot Boys and Master P
Now I'm down in Miami
One phone call, I pull up on Weezy (brr)
All of my **** with me, you feel me
Straps on everybody in the building
All of **** came from dealing
Or either they kicking in doors and stealing
I feel like I'm not having no feelings
Before the fame, seen quarter million
Came from robbing pizza man
At the top of apartment buildings
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
Ho-ho, ho-whoa, 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 **** 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, yeah (oh)
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets, hey, yeah (oh)
I'm from the dirty, we play dirty
All these sticks they dirty, we don't fight, get murdered
If my **** said, "Fuck you," then I'm sorry for you
If my **** ain't fucking, then get out ho, hurry
Real trapper, never seen a drought, we gon' ship 'em out
Any problem, we gon' air 'em out, what they talking 'bout?
We don't count and weigh it now, no we ain't servin' no ounce
We sip purple, we ain't never out, we ain't never out, hey, ayy
Hit up Quavo, we gon' need another bando
I'ma flood that bitch with more keys than a piano, yeah
All these bitches say they love me, I'm so handsome
Yeah, they know 'bout Lucci, go and ask 'em, they gon' tell ya, yeah
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 **** 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
Takeoff! I got the key to the streets, my ****
Just like Dr. Dre, he got the beats (tell 'em where you come from)
I come straight up out of 1500
That's the block, my **** over East, woo!
Double-cup, but no iced tea (lean)
Pour me a four before I go to sleep (got to)
Fucked around and landed in the hospital
Geekin' off the Henn' and the lean, whoa
Takeoff! (Sup Skoob?)
Man, go 'head, take off, what, what (bet!)
24-7, no day off (naw), balling like we in the Playoffs (ball, ball)
20 bitches at the playhouse
You quick to freeze up when that 'K out (Graow)
If that bitch ain't tryna fuck, I kick her out the house
Like Martin, lil' bitty bitch stay out (bitch)
They like to whoop me 'til them Ks out
Get to looking for some ways out
You **** ain't workin', you're laid off
Choppa decapitate him, blow his face off (graow)
Won't get it 'til these **** laid out
Assassinating, knock him off like I'm Adolf (baow)
Been getting money, 19 with a 650
Nut seen me stunting, B.I.P., Blood
I got money way before the deal (yah)
Put my bitches in new pair of heels (skoob)
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills (yeah)
Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
(Talk to 'em Lu, talk to 'em Lu)
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the **** 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, hey, yeah (oh)

Writer(s): June James.