Pull up at the Ritz, in my brand-new whip in gold (oh, yeah)
With the full eclipse and the moon lit, lit like whoa (uh-huh)
Everything blurred, mixing all that smoke with the Grey Goose
Fendi Baguette on the bar top, both my hands on you (uh-huh)
Take a picture
Of my figure
Catch a glimmer
Allow me to remind you, baby
I'm the keys to your car, babe
If you lose me then, baby, good luck
I'm the king to your checkmate
Still yours, oh, baby, you've won
I'm the bubbles in your champagne
Grip me tight like you're holdin' your cup
I'm the keys to your car, babe
Whoa-oh-oh
Know that you need me
Oh, yeah, uh-huh (whoa-oh-oh)
Oh, yeah, uh-huh (know that you need me)
Oh, yeah, uh-huh (whoa-oh-oh)
Oh, yeah, uh-huh (know that you need me)
Catwalk to the hall, we straight tell 'em one, two (oh, yeah)
Three, four, five, six, seven, let the liquor flow through (uh-huh)
Six in the morning, tell me now, what we gon' do? Yeah
Driver pull up in the black car, baby, let's move
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