Get up what you want gotta get your ride 
Get up what you want gotta get your ride 
Get up what you want gotta get your ride 
Get up what you want gotta get your ride 

Who’s got the keys to my car 
I don’t know i don’t know 
I wanna be where you are,
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 wanna be where you are,
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