[Produced by June James]

[Chorus: 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 1: Quavo]

Young nigga from the Nawf (aye, Nawf yea)

Got my eye on the streets like a hawk (aye, hawk yea)

Wrap ‘em, put ‘em on a boat (wrap 'em up)

Boy you better not choke (boy)

And there ain't no runnin' off (nawf, nawf)

We got the key to the streets (streets), everybody notice me (me)

Used to dream about 50 thousand in my jeans

Now 50 thousand cheap to me

Remember the days watching the Hot Boys and Master P

Now I’m down in Miami

One phone call, I pull up on Weezy (brr)

All of my niggas with me, you feel me

Straps on everybody in the building

All of niggas came from dealing

Or either they kicking in doors and stealing

I feel like I’m not having no feelings

Before the fame, seen quarter million

Came from robbing pizza man

At the top of apartment buildings

[Chorus: Quavo & YFN Lucci]

I got money way before the deal

Put my bitches in new pair of heels

Ho-ho, ho-whoa, 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, yeah (Oh)

We got the key to the streets

Hey, we got the key to the streets, hey, yeah, (Oh)

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]

I’m from the dirty, we play dirty

All these sticks they dirty, we don’t fight, get murdered

If my niggas said, "Fuck you," then I’m sorry for you

If my niggas ain’t fucking, then get out ho, hurry

Real trapper, never seen a drought, we gon’ ship ‘em out

Any problem, we gon’ air ‘em out, what they talking ‘bout?

We don't count and weigh it now, no we ain’t servin’ no ounce

We sip purple, we ain’t never out, we ain’t never out, hey, ayy

Hit up Quavo, we gon’ need another bando

I’ma flood that bitch with more keys than a piano, yeah

All these bitches say they love me, I’m so handsome

Yeah they know ‘bout Lucci, go and ask 'em, they gon tell ya, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo, YFN Lucci & Takeoff]

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 (Takeoff)

[Verse 3: Takeoff & Trouble]

I got the key to the streets, my nigga, just like Dr. Dre, he got the beats (Tell 'em where you come from)

I come straight up out of 1500, that's the block, my niggas over East

Double-cup, but no iced tea (Lean)

Pour me a four before I go to sleep (Got to)

Fucked around and landed in the hospital

Geekin’ off the Henn' and the lean, whoa

Takeoff! (Sup Skoob?)

Man, go head, take off, what, what (Bet)

24/7, no day off (Nah)

Ballin' like we in the playoffs (Ball, ball)

Twenty bitches at the playhouse

You quick to freeze up when that K out (Graow)

If that bitch ain’t tryna fuck, I kick her out the house, like Martin, lil bitty bitch stay out (Bitch)

They like to whoop me ’til them Ks out, get to looking for some ways out

You niggas ain’t workin’, you're laid off

Chopper decapitate him, blow his face off (Graow)

Won’t get it ‘til these niggas laid out

Assassinating, knock him off like I’m Adolf (Baow)

Been getting money, 19 with a 650

Nut seen me stunting, B.I.P., Blood

[Chorus: Quavo & YFN Lucci]

I got money way before the deal (Yah)

Put my bitches in new pair of heels (Skoob)

I might fuck your ho and pay her bills (Yeah)

Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah

(Talk to 'em Lu, talk to 'em Lu)

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, hey, yeah (Oh)