In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
I don't trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
Back down
Runnin up a bag
I'm about cash out
Ass out
Put it in the air
Make a nigga pass out
This shit is automatic
Floating thru this traffic
Man this shit like magic
I get it hoes be mad cause it's
Louie on my baggage
But, I'm just like my daddy
Know that nigga savage
So, know that I'm gon have it
Either way I go I'm at em
These bitches ain't lasting
That's why I let em have it
I'm a pro with these tools, I'm an avid at it
Had to show that bitch her life don't really matter
I'm badder
Bank account fatter
And this a coke bottle
Make a make a nigga go broke body, ask him who you is and he say nobody
You gotta homebody
A ho probably
Bitch you can't top me
You could only copy
In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
Ion trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
Big body
Hogging up that lane
Holla at my people
Throw some diamonds all on my chain
Couples bitches hating but, I'm all up out they range
It's levels to this shit
Bitch we ain't built the same
Chanel to the floor yeah
Custom with the face beat
Straight to the source that's the way to get the case beat
Swervin in the Porsche, Jack Frost, blow the AC
Collecting all these dubs
I ain't took an L lately
I tell these niggas
Back down
Runnin up a bag
I'm about cash out
Ass out
Put it in the air
Make a nigga pass out
In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
Ion trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
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Qiayz - That's Key Lyrics
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In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
I don't trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
Back down
Runnin up a bag
I'm about cash out
Ass out
Put it in the air
Make a nigga pass out
This shit is automatic
Floating thru this traffic
Man this shit like magic
I get it hoes be mad cause it's
Louie on my baggage
But, I'm just like my daddy
Know that nigga savage
So, know that I'm gon have it
Either way I go I'm at em
These bitches ain't lasting
That's why I let em have it
I'm a pro with these tools, I'm an avid at it
Had to show that bitch her life don't really matter
I'm badder
Bank account fatter
And this a coke bottle
Make a make a nigga go broke body, ask him who you is and he say nobody
You gotta homebody
A ho probably
Bitch you can't top me
You could only copy
In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
Ion trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
Big body
Hogging up that lane
Holla at my people
Throw some diamonds all on my chain
Couples bitches hating but, I'm all up out they range
It's levels to this shit
Bitch we ain't built the same
Chanel to the floor yeah
Custom with the face beat
Straight to the source that's the way to get the case beat
Swervin in the Porsche, Jack Frost, blow the AC
Collecting all these dubs
I ain't took an L lately
I tell these niggas
Back down
Runnin up a bag
I'm about cash out
Ass out
Put it in the air
Make a nigga pass out
In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
Ion trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
I don't trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
Back down
Runnin up a bag
I'm about cash out
Ass out
Put it in the air
Make a nigga pass out
This shit is automatic
Floating thru this traffic
Man this shit like magic
I get it hoes be mad cause it's
Louie on my baggage
But, I'm just like my daddy
Know that nigga savage
So, know that I'm gon have it
Either way I go I'm at em
These bitches ain't lasting
That's why I let em have it
I'm a pro with these tools, I'm an avid at it
Had to show that bitch her life don't really matter
I'm badder
Bank account fatter
And this a coke bottle
Make a make a nigga go broke body, ask him who you is and he say nobody
You gotta homebody
A ho probably
Bitch you can't top me
You could only copy
In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
Ion trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
Big body
Hogging up that lane
Holla at my people
Throw some diamonds all on my chain
Couples bitches hating but, I'm all up out they range
It's levels to this shit
Bitch we ain't built the same
Chanel to the floor yeah
Custom with the face beat
Straight to the source that's the way to get the case beat
Swervin in the Porsche, Jack Frost, blow the AC
Collecting all these dubs
I ain't took an L lately
I tell these niggas
Back down
Runnin up a bag
I'm about cash out
Ass out
Put it in the air
Make a nigga pass out
In the lac all black
I just left the trap
Now I got all this money on me
Yeah keep my yak
Real close to my bag
Ion trust no nigga, on me
Real bitch, I'll pass
Any bitch, I'll smack
If she wanna get hot
I don't take shit back
Imma pop these tags
Keep a broke bitch mad
That's key
Writer: Niquia Mays
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