30 keys, 100 keys, Your nigga's a But the is his manager 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
She's wit' ya, wore the crown wit ya They roped her in wit some old Credit card back in '06 She was tellin' that she ain't know shit She was mad and unfocused Their trump card is ho shit 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 nigga, let's close this Still her time and that's bogus She was in the car they pulled up And popped and unloaded like
30 keys, 100 keys, nigga's a star But the police is his 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 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 over
There's niggas, bad weakness He's bout who they sleep with He killed a in a heartbeat But he keep no secrets He's no good for defenses He's with that chopper them cops got him in that precinct That's when he fell to Name all in those Signed a recording with them majors He's confirming all of capers While you's dropping down all that Tryna get right 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 bitch And her favorite rapper from But she too In her Gucci bag is camera 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 it's over with
In the stripclub them agents Not the ones was takin' pictures But that main one you came with Showin' off all his He was recordin' all of statements He was takin' all of payments Right to the evidence room While you was all in his faces You was losing all of your cases, losing all of your You was winning with them bitches but all of your cases Ain't no at all in the matrix Ain't no and ain't nothin' sacred Know the only one with that paper People moving all in your places for
30 keys, 100 keys, nigga's a star But the police is his And he got a dope And her favorite rapper Canada But she too In her Gucci bag is that 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 'Cause over with