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[Intro: Quavo] Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah Ayy, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Quavo] I got more Keys than Alicia (keys) These niggas be talkin', policin' (12) I took your ho, then released her (ho) I used to trap out a Regal (uh) Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred) I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy) Two hundred thousand on my wrist Lord I hope it don't vanish (god) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I told my mama don't panic (mama) Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred) I bought her heat with a dragon Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred) Who thought I would be livin' life like this? Two hundred thousand on my wrist You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit [Verse 1: Quavo] Wrist drownin' in the water Trappin' early Tom Joyner Beat the pot, George Foreman (beat it up) J's go nuts, acornin' Look at me now, I'm soarin' Look at the lean I'm 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 ain't 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 that'll 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 that's 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 I'm servin' the J's 'Cause I'm walkin' with these rocks on me [Chorus: Quavo] I got more Keys than Alicia (keys) These niggas be talkin', policin' (12) I took your ho, then released her (ho) I used to trap out a Regal (uh) Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred) I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy) Two hundred thousand on my wrist Lord I hope it don't vanish (god) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I told my mama don't panic (mama) 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 couldn't buy this shit [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] 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 I'm floatin (yaaaaaah) Mixin' the lean with cream soda (yeah) 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, that's L-O-V-E Smokin' that gas like a stoner Nowadays fuckin' my bitches in threes Ayy, ‘Member I'm watchin' TV Ayy, nowadays I'm on TV Ayy, Migo and Thugger baby yeah Yeah, I just be countin' these G's 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 [Chorus: Quavo] I got more Keys than Alicia (keys) These niggas be talkin', policin' (12) I took your ho, then released her (ho) I used to trap out a Regal (uh) Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred) I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy) Two hundred thousand on my wrist Lord I hope it don't vanish (god) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I told my mama don't panic (mama) 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 couldn't buy this shit [Verse 3: Shad Da God] Hundred thousand on my wrist Bustin' at you, lil bitch I just poured a lil Drizzy Drake I just poured a lil six (that mud) I be lettin' a bag go for Blake 32 and that 6 (Blake Griffin) They be feelin' like Rico Why you ain't called me on that? I serve you out the backdoor Nigga I serve you out the window (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 (spray it) Free the GOAT, that's 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