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