30 keys, 100 keys, Your nigga's a But the is his manager And he got a bitch And her favorite from Canada But she too In her Gucci bag is that oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you so sick? Oh no, oh no it's over with
She's wit' ya, wore the crown wit ya roped her in wit some old shit Credit fraud back in '06 She was tellin' that she ain't know shit She was mad and unfocused Their trump card is some ho They told her that they kids And that's she folded Exploded, it Everything she noticed Prosecutors was Through the mirror she told this That's the case nigga, let's this Still gave her and that's bogus She was in the car when they up And popped trunk and unloaded
30 keys, 100 keys, nigga's a star But the police is his And he got a bitch And her favorite rapper Canada But she too In her Gucci bag is camera oh no, oh no What you tell that Oh no, oh no What you show bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you so sick? Oh no, oh no 'Cause it's with
There's good niggas, bad He's talking bout who they sleep He killed a in a heartbeat But he couldn't no secrets no good for your defenses He's with that chopper When them cops got him in that when he fell to pieces Name all in those Signed a recording deal them majors He's confirming all of capers While you's dropping all that data Tryna get right his saviors He was givin' life to his like CPR, oh my god Goodness,
30 keys, 100 keys, nigga's a star But the police is his And he got a dope And her favorite from Canada But she too In her bag is that camera oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no What you show bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you so sick? Oh no, oh no 'Cause over with
In the with them agents Not the that was takin' pictures But that main one you came with off all his entertainment He was all of your statements He was takin' all of payments Right back to the evidence While you was all in his faces You was losing all of your cases, losing all of cases You was winning them bitches but losing all of your cases Ain't no at all in the matrix Ain't no truth and ain't nothin' Know you're the only one with paper People moving all in your looking for
30 keys, 100 keys, Your a star But the police is his And he got a bitch And her favorite from Canada But she too In her Gucci bag is that oh no, oh no What you tell that Oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you so sick? Oh no, oh no 'Cause it's over