30 keys, 100 keys, Your nigga's a But the police is his And he got a bitch And her rapper from Canada But she too In her Gucci bag is that oh no, oh no What you tell bitch? Oh no, oh no What you show bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you look so Oh no, oh no 'Cause it's over
down wit' ya, wore the crown wit ya They roped her in wit old shit Credit fraud back in '06 She was tellin' them that she know shit She was gettin' mad and Their trump card is some ho They told her that they kids And when she folded Exploded, it that she noticed Prosecutors was the mirror while she told this That's the nigga, let's close this Still gave her time and bogus She was in the car when pulled up And popped and unloaded like
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 that Oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you so sick? Oh no, oh no 'Cause over with
There's niggas, bad weakness He's bout who they sleep with He killed a in a heartbeat But he couldn't keep no no good for your defenses He's steady with chopper When them cops got him in precinct That's when he to pieces Name all in those a recording deal with them majors He's all of your capers While you's dropping down all that Tryna get with his saviors He was life to his neighbors like CPR, oh my god Goodness,
30 keys, 100 keys, Your a star But the police is his And he got a bitch And her rapper 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 so sick? Oh no, oh no it's over with
In the stripclub with agents Not the ones was takin' pictures But that main one that you with Showin' off all his He was recordin' all of statements He was all of your payments Right back to the evidence you was boonin' all in his faces You was losing all of cases, losing all of your cases You was winning with them but losing all of your cases no rules at all in the matrix Ain't no and ain't nothin' sacred Know you're the only one with that People all in your places 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 bag is that camera oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no What you show that Oh no, oh no Why you look so Oh no, oh no it's over with