Who's got the keys to my car 
I don't know, I don't know 
I want to be where you are 
I know, I know, I know 

Let's make this money like Olsons 
Well, more like Big or Orson Welles 
Real [bad word] with stories to tell 
106 got souls for sale 
Hasids on my kosher dill 
I took New York like Cloverfield 
Now I want to go west (Like Kanye?) 
I was thinking more Cornell 
Groupies throw their goodies like 
Pennies down the wishing well 
Think they know me cause they saw me 
With my [bad word] out in the Sofitel 
Bless my mic and hold it well  [bad [bad word] be my Vicki Vale 
The only PG thing ‘bout me is Tofer  [bad word] the world for real 

How hip hop dying 
I ain't lying stiff 
Though I've been sick for years 
These [bad word] just don't wanna take it there 
Stop for a few years just to make it fair 
But why when I got ‘em up in the club 
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Who's got the keys to my car 
I don't know, I don't know 
I want to be where you are 
I know, I know, I know 

Who's got the keys to my car 
I don't know, I don't know 
I want to be where you are 
I know, I know, I know

Take my picture 
I make it rain till the soil gets richer 
Till the [bad word] and reach their 
Bloom and flaunt their features 
You ain't no star 
We don't really care who you are 
Just two [bad word] out a bra 
Just two lips on my balls 
Boo [bad word] you stripped for a blog? 

Everybody wants to get into 
scene to be seen 
Don't want to contribute 
All for themselves 
Won't pay tribute 
Me? I'm too strong 
You need to dilute 
I see you 
You roll on through 
Go save yourself 
Can't save me too 
Repent at the gates but until I do 
I'ma do me, you go and do you 

I want to see how far 
Go till the road gets dark 
Chasing the lines on tar 
Till I am where you are 

Who's got the keys to my car 
I don't know, I don't know 
I want to be where you are 
I know, I know, I know

Who's got the keys to my car 
I don't know, I don't know 
I want to be where you are 
I know, I know, I know