30 keys, 100 keys, Your nigga's a But the is his manager And he got a dope And her rapper 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 show that Oh no, oh no Why you look so Oh no, oh no 'Cause over with
She's down wit' ya, wore the wit ya They her in wit some old shit card fraud back in '06 She was tellin' them that she ain't shit She was gettin' mad and trump card is some ho shit They told her that they kids And that's when she Exploded, it Everything she noticed was watching Through the mirror while she this That's the case nigga, close this Still gave her and that's bogus She was in the car when they up And trunk and unloaded like
30 keys, 100 keys, nigga's a star But the is his manager And he got a bitch And her favorite rapper from But she too In her Gucci bag is that oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no you show that bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you so sick? Oh no, oh no 'Cause it's over
good niggas, bad weakness He's talking bout who they with He a nigga in a heartbeat But he couldn't keep no He's no for your defenses He's steady with that them cops got him in that precinct That's when he to pieces all in those papers Signed a recording deal them majors He's all of your capers While you's dropping all that data get right with his saviors He was givin' to his neighbors Just CPR, oh my god Goodness,
30 keys, 100 keys, Your nigga's a But the is his manager And he got a dope And her rapper 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 'Cause it's with
In the stripclub with them Not the ones that was takin' But that main one that you with off all his entertainment He was recordin' all of statements He was all of your payments Right back to the room you was boonin' all in his faces You was losing all of your cases, losing all of cases You was winning with them bitches but losing all of your Ain't no rules at all in the no truth and ain't nothin' sacred Know you're the only one with paper moving 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 rapper 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 look so Oh no, oh no 'Cause it's over