[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley]
Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad
Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh
Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass
Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad
Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh
Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Bro just popped a pill, it ain't no Tylenol
When he off them bitches he ain't got it all
N***a if this chopper get to striking off
Your whole team gon' run like the quarterback just hiked the ball
With my slimes, them my n***as, you get slithered
Can't shake my past, I still smell like the trenches
Lot of scars on my legs from jumping fences
But you know I wasn't runnin' from no n***as
None of these hoes special, none of these bitches different
Bentley 350, watch it clean sixty
Say I fucked a scam, so I rock with them pros, it got tempting
N***as not no killers, it don't count, he just got injured
I sit back and laugh, used to play with the cash
I can't do that now, it's too much of a mess
Threw her on this page, boy that bitch a whore
Last song I made, I hope they'll play that bitch in court
[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley]
Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad
Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh
Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass
Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad
Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh
Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass

[Verse 2: Cash Click Boog]
I'll lay it up and shoot three on your ass
Designer shoes hit me for a P and a half
We in the Wraith, I got the gun, Tee goin' fast
He put a crew on your head then we gon' be on your ass n***as
Bitches barely noticed me when I ain't have no cash
Now they know to fuck with me they gotta have a bag
Shafe got a pole on him, he'll do you bad
Me and Dilla worth a check, n***a do the math
You see a body on nineteenth, I probably left that
Later we gon' double back like where the rest at
In the kitchen whippin' up, where my chef at?
Southwest, y'all ain't fuckin' with us and I bet that
Rock in here right now, he got a blower with him
Mozz got a shorter fuse, he'll ho a n***a
You ain't my motherfuckin' dog, I don't know you n***a
Back then when I was down bad y'all ain't know a n***a
[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley]
Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad
Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh
Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass
Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad
Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh
Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag
I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass