text: Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah
  Ayy, yeah, yeah
  I got more Keys than Alicia 
  These niggas be talkin, policin 
  I took your ho, then released her 
  I used to trap out a Regal 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist 
  I thought it all was a fantasy 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  Lord I hope it dont vanish 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  I told my mama dont panic 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist 
  I bought her heat with a dragon
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist 
  Who thought I would be livin life like this?
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  You probably thought I couldnt buy this shit
  Wrist drownin in the water
  Trappin early Tom Joyner
  Beat the pot, George Foreman 
  Js go nuts, acornin
  Look at me now, Im soarin
  Look at the lean Im pourin
  Come get your ho, she annoyin
  We toss her up like a coin
  24 hours, geekin on a tower
  Shootin at you cowards
  Cause my wrist two hundred thousand
  If a nigga try to take it
  I swear to god he aint gon make it
  Back to the bando, the basics
  Seein green numbers, The Matrix
  Look at that boy with the ice on
  Catching plays Jerry Rice on me
  I know niggas thatll get you nigga
  If a nigga put the right price on it
  Remember the days on the northside
  Hit for a rack on the dice homie
  Now I take the mic and stand on the stage
  I p-p-p-pipe on it
  And if you lookin at me wrong
  I got some niggas thats right on em
  All these flawless stones
  I bet your hoe gon bite on em
  Smokin this gas get rid of the pain
  You might think I got Glaucoma
  Niggas might think Im servin the Js
  Cause Im walkin with these rocks on me
  I got more Keys than Alicia 
  These niggas be talkin, policin 
  I took your ho, then released her 
  I used to trap out a Regal 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist 
  I thought it all was a fantasy 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  Lord I hope it dont vanish 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  I told my mama dont panic 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  I bought her heat with a dragon
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  Who thought I would be livin life like this?
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  You probably thought I couldnt buy this shit
  White diamonds on my neck
  White diamonds on my fist
  I just got a white bitch
  And she whippin up the brick
  In the trap my car, yeah it got that motor
  I do not want that lil bitch
  If that bitch is really not on mind, deep throat
  Ayy, told that bitch eat out my oldest
  She stick that dick en la boc
  I just be pitchin her Raf like Im floatin 
  Mixin the lean with cream soda 
  Young nigga but my money gettin older, ayy
  Look at these bitches, they tellin on me
  But my lil bitch, she like So what?
  Look at my money, thats L-O-V-E
  Smokin that gas like a stoner
  Nowadays fuckin my bitches in threes
  Ayy, ‘Member Im watchin TV
  Ayy, nowadays Im on TV
  Ayy, Migo and Thugger baby yeah
  Yeah, I just be countin these Gs
  Yeah, I feel like I am Swizz Beatz
  I got them Alicia Keys
  I got them Alicia Keys
  I got them Alicia Keys
  I got them Alicia Keys
  I got more Keys than Alicia 
  These niggas be talkin, policin 
  I took your ho, then released her 
  I used to trap out a Regal 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist 
  I thought it all was a fantasy 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  Lord I hope it dont vanish 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  I told my mama dont panic 
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  I bought her heat with a dragon
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  Who thought I would be livin life like this?
  Two hundred thousand on my wrist
  You probably thought I couldnt buy this shit
  Hundred thousand on my wrist
  Bustin at you, lil bitch
  I just poured a lil Drizzy Drake
  I just poured a lil six 
  I be lettin a bag go for Blake
  32 and that 6 
  They be feelin like Rico
  Why you aint called me on that?
  I serve you out the backdoor
  Nigga I serve you out the window
  I serve you out the front door
  Nigga I serve you out the car door
  Laid back like OGG
  200,000 on auto
  Carbon 15 with the button on
  Make me put it on auto 
  Free the GOAT, thats Roscoe
  We gon still be at the top though
  Member we was on the block though
  Hundred rounds and a Glock though
  Came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect
  Stayed down all my motherfuckin life, it was worth it