I Got The Keys

Lyrics

Verse 1: [F. Mills] I get so many damn questions Never one to stop and make confessions Counting cash from all of my investments Never one to stop a nigga blessings Getting calls from Jay, like Mills You killin shit til daylight, Bills Flipping shit, the hates like real Whipping whips no slave right here You get hit for that talk You get chips for that walk girl I plead the fifth on them charts She squeeze my lips on them yachts Silent in interviews I never get into feuds You niggas figure the more bullshit you into The more good shit it gets you Never been my way But fuck it if it fits you Then ensue My sword sharpened like ginsus Lean with Trek shit who against you? Seen the effects of what it gets you If it ain't respect, then it's an issue We on they neck, shit it's official We get checks who gon frisk who? From Midwest on out to Frisco Look what I give you