[Intro: Drumma Boy]
Ayee boy, ayee
Ayee boy, ayee

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
These beats I be whippin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, I got the city on lock
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
This game I be spittin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, the city on lock

[Verse 1: Drumma Boy]
I got the key to the city off of this life style
This money I'm gettin' just like a hay stack pile
Just call me the general, lieutenant with rank
Like my homie Waka we goin' hard in the paint
These beats I be whippin' got all the young n***as geeked
The young n***as rowdy and getting buck in the street
These beats I be whippin' got lil mama excited
Got the whole world on this Memphis shit, we Drum Squad United
Young fly n***as doin' it, young fly n***as rich
Young trap n***as flexin' with 'bout 100 on the wrist
Young fly bitches on the scene, we shut this bitch down
We locking up Memphis with the key to the town
[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
These beats I be whippin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, I got the city on lock
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
This game I be spittin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, the city on lock

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Juicy J's been crackin', got the whole city sprung
And I'm at the dome, that somebody wrong (You know it!)
Still bustin', hater done get stung (Blow!)
The way I'm smokin' I'm gon' need some more lungs (N***a!)
Spread money around like a disease (Uh-huh! Mmm!)
I got this shit on lock, ye ain't got keys (No sir!)
I teach you n***as (Uh-huh!), yo ass learnin' (Yep!)
I spit one verse, that's your life earnin' (Ahhhh!)
Juicy name all over the street like curbs (Yeeah!)
You n***as ain't straight, they some fucking curbs (Snake!)
Vet ballin' in the game, Grant Hill (I'm killin' 'em!)
I'm gettin' Jacksons, Franklins and Grant bills

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
These beats I be whippin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, I got the city on lock
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
This game I be spittin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
[Verse 3: Lil Peanut]
Say I got err'body geekin', I got the city on lock
All eyes on me, I'm thinkin' I'm Tupac
I say I stay on my grizzy, I thought you honestly knew it (Okay!)
I got the key to my city and I'm the youngest to do it (Yessir!)
Showbiz Entertainment, that's my label, my team
Peanut and Juicy and Drumma, that's the American dream
It's not an average thing that I'm collabing with stars
But it's a habit I mean that I stay spittin' these bars (Alright!)
From Memphis to Cali, from Cali to New York City (Okay!)
From New York City to Phoenix (Fosho!), from Phoenix to Phili (Let's go!)
Aye Drumma hit me up (Uh-huh!), now Peanut let's go drop (Okay!)
I got the city on lock and a master key couldn't unlock it (Yeeaah!)

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
These beats I be whippin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, I got the city on lock
I got the key to the city, this money I'm getting
This game I be spittin', got it by the geekin'
I got the city on lock, the city on lock
I got the city on lock, the city on lock