Origineel
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I got the keys to the Wraith
Inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a meal with no plate
I take myself out on dates, uh uh
I got the key to the mansion
Ho call my phone, I don’t answer
I fuck a bitch on a Banshee
My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh
I got the key to the Maybach
I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got a .38 special
It got black tape ‘round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe
That’s a Buscemi pattern, yeah
Rest in peace Johnny, man
He had more keys than Khaled, yeah, uh
All of my flows is violent
All of my hoes is solid
All of my hoes is naughty
When they expose their body
They got a pole beside it
Don’t need no clothes beside it
All of my hoes excited
If you got gas then light it
Got you a case? Then fight it
Empty the safe deposit, uh uh
[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
We got key, we got key, we got key, nigga
Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him
When it’s extra on it, it ain’t guaranteed, nigga
I put some extra on it, can’t believe I sold it
I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that
Lookin’ at my ankle, I’m like, where the love at? Yeah
I’ve been juggin’ since a fuckin’ rugrat, you probably was a rat
Snitch, I’ve been closin’ deals way before the rap
Bakin’ soda wrapped, tryna get a big amount
Niggas lyin’, talkin’ bout key, can’t even get around
Niggas lyin’, talkin’ bout key, keychain don’t make a sound
I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown, nigga yeah
[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag
I had no idea that shit was 30 bands
Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal
Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels
I got the key to the streets on my key chain
Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name
And these hoes the same
We were supposed to change since Dr. King
We shall overcome, we never overcame
I take over the game, and if you think it’s a game
Then it’s all about the final score of the game
I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the ‘caine, now we fuck more
Gave my daughter the game, niggas all the same
And I done broke every heart but yours
I just pulled off from the gun store
And the Azure was something that’ll make you tuck yours
I got the keys to the streets
But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door
Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it
Now she lookin’ at it, now she lookin’ at me
Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin’, now she lookin’ khaki
I’m lookin’ for it, purple Actav’, I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri
In Cuba with my nigga Dirty Harry
Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters
Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy, I’ma take a power nap
Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap
Plus I’m on so much shit my insides feelin’ like a lava lamp
Anybody trip, collar flap
You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga
[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
Vertaling
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Ja, 2 Chainz, whoa
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I got the keys to the Wraith
Inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a meal with no plate
I take myself out on dates, uh uh
I got the key to the mansion
Ho bel mijn telefoon, ik neem niet op
I fuck a bitch on a Banshee
My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh
I got the key to the Maybach
I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got a .38 special
It got black tape ‘round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe
Dat is een Buscemi patroon, ja
Rust in vrede Johnny, man
Hij had meer sleutels dan Khaled, yeah, uh
All of my flows is violent
All of my hoes is solid
All of my hoes is naughty
When they expose their body
Ze hebben een paal ernaast
Hebben geen kleren ernaast nodig
Al mijn hoeren zijn opgewonden
Als je gas hebt, steek het dan aan
Heb je een zaak? Vecht er dan tegen
Empty the safe deposit, uh uh
[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
Ik zou je hoer kunnen neuken en haar rekeningen betalen
Yeah we were taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
We hebben de sleutel, we hebben de sleutel, we hebben de sleutel, nigga
Zet er wat extra op, laat je partner met hem bloeden
Als er extra op zit, is het niet gegarandeerd, nigga
Ik heb er wat extra’s op gezet, kan niet geloven dat ik het verkocht heb
I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that
Ik kijk naar m’n enkel en vraag me af waar de liefde is. Yeah
Ik ben al aan het jongleren sinds ik een rugrat was, jij was waarschijnlijk een rat.
Verrader, ik heb deals gesloten lang voor de rap.
Bakin ‘soda verpakt, tryna get a big amount
Negers liegen, praten over de sleutel, kunnen niet eens rondkomen
Negers liegen, praten over sleutels, sleutelhanger maakt geen geluid
I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown, nigga yeah
[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
Ik zou je hoer kunnen neuken en haar rekeningen betalen
Yeah we were taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag
I had no idea that shit was 30 bands
Fuck het platencontract, ik heb sex appeal
Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels
Ik heb de sleutel van de straat aan mijn sleutelhanger
Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name
And these hoes the same
We werden verondersteld te veranderen sinds Dr. King
We zullen overwinnen, we hebben nooit overwonnen
Ik neem het spel over, en als je denkt dat het een spel is
Dan gaat het allemaal om de eindstand van het spel
Ik stopte mijn ellende in het spel, ik stopte mijn hoer op de ‘caine, nu neuken we meer
Gaf mijn dochter de game, niggas all the same
And I done broke every heart but yours
I just pulled off from the gun store
En de Azure was iets dat je de jouwe zal doen wegstoppen
I got the keys to the streets
But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door
Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it
Nu kijkt ze er naar, nu kijkt ze naar mij
Vlieg haar naar Miami, nu de teef tannin’, nu ze lookin’ khaki
I’m lookin’ for it, purple Actav’, I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri
In Cuba met mijn nigga Dirty Harry
Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters
Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy, I’ma take a power nap
Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap
Plus ik heb zoveel shit op dat mijn binnenste aanvoelt als een lavalamp
Anybody trip, collar flap
You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga
[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we were taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets