[Intro: Rick Ross]
Y'all n***as sniffin around, askin questions
Followin a n***a, heh
Check, check
Can I get a check, check
Huh, yeah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them n***as cheesing, it's real
It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil'
I think I'm losing my religion
Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it's my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I see no n***a in these clear Cazals
Bitch-ass n***a, better get some mail
I'm riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out
Bitches a motion picture, I'm picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young n***a's doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
I'm trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and I'm with whatever
Keys to the crib, n***a, bricks wherever
Hundred mil' plus til we rich forever
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them n***as cheesing, it's real
It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil'
I think I'm losing my religion
Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it's my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I see no n***a in these clear Cazals
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is young'uns with this trash to sell
They got some C.O.'s that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funeral's never cool, n***a, pass the steel
I'm a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
That's one of few names that'll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottle, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, n***a, pass the pills
I'm the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them n***as cheesing, it's real
It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil'
I think I'm losing my religion
Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it's my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Keys in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
The scenario: something go wrong, it's a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier
Toasting the n***as that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of loyal n***as
That'll fucking boil n***as for a chain or a bracelet
N***a, you know I'm living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I got them keys in the crib
You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them n***as cheesing, it's real
It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil'
I think I'm losing my religion
Praying on these n***as, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it's my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Outro: Rick Ross]
If I'm rich now
Is it too much to pray to be rich forever?
Forgive me Lord! Forgive me
My next move: God Forgives, I Don't
I think you'll love it
Rich Forever!