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Berner Ft. Wiz Khalifa Lyrics
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I only fuck with a certain type of niggas man
One hundred
Ayy Drew put some delay on my voice
Put some reverb on there and turn me up, uh
Niggas got it fucked up
Probably thinking it's a game
But I ain't playing with 'em
I'm up at eight, I work all night
I'm rolling weed, I'm on the flight
Soon as I land I'm gonna write
I'm on the grind
40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Flying all around the world
Like I'm a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out a bottle
That's how we drink Cliquot
And we all from the same hood
That's why we feel the same thing
Like say if one of our pockets hurting
We all gon' feel the same pain
Always smoking out the car service
Police escorting, not at all nervous
We the bomb, search us
Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Old school backseat, with the stash in it
Big joint, OG mixed with hash in it
And it's TGOD, you niggas last minute
Your flow last year, the swag last fall
You just the last place
You ain't gon' last at all
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
You know it's Taylor Gang or die haha, word
Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling
You gotta pay 'em to cook
Ain't no rules out this motherfucker
Who sold you that book
Bitch we down when it's cracking
Around my way and you know that
Can get more than I ever asked
So be afraid of the go back
Hear them talking, I'm cool and moving
No cameras, respect the shooters
I'm out on this money train
You don't know about hustle, do you?
It's everything in or nothing
Bitch you know how I get down
You wasn't mad at me before
So why is you mad at me now?
The alcohol got you talking
You do the same thing, and the cops
Know conversation, know where we playing
Only for money calls only
That mean I can't deal with them old games
That you trynna kick, this ain't Shinobi
I told her baby you thirsty
She responded I'm cool
Said your wrist, it's got water
I told her bitch this a pool
Feel me gang that
Or concrete dive head first
But if you owe me money
I need my bread first
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
What you smoking on man? Aha
What you got in your bag though bruh?
The same shit, new bitch with me
Buy 20, run through 50
I'm running through the stop lights
Late night
I told baby girl get your cake right
That kush doesn't taste right
You take it to the head
All you smell is KK and
Cookie smoke in the Benz
Where my roof go, I stack up quick
While they move slow white girls in my room
I'm smoking while they do blow
Plush life, no crushed ice
I'm 20k in the game, my bookie loves life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash
I don't tuck it, it's nothing
Two first class flights to the function
20 zans, 120 grand
In the city where the pretty girls dance
And them plants grow, in the warehouse
Skinny cash, if you pass me bullshit
I'mma laugh i'm the man, no lie baby
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
Niggas got it fucked up
Some people have a mistaken understanding
Probably thinking it's a game
They likely believe it's a joke or not serious
I might smile a lot
I appear happy and friendly often
But I ain't playing with 'em
But I'm not messing around with them
I'm up at eight, I work all night
I wake up early and work until late
I'm rolling weed, I'm on the flight
I'm rolling marijuana and traveling
Soon as I land I'm gonna write
As soon as I arrive, I'll start writing
I'm on the grind
I'm constantly working hard
40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Working for 40 hours, doing 2 shows, taking 3 flights, earning 6 figures
Flying all around the world
Traveling extensively
Like I'm a fucking hero
As if I'm a great and admired person
Pouring it straight out a bottle
Drinking straight from a bottle
That's how we drink Cliquot
That's our preferred way to consume Cliquot champagne
And we all from the same hood
We all come from the same neighborhood
That's why we feel the same thing
That's why we experience the same emotions
Like say if one of our pockets hurting
For example, if one of us is financially struggling
We all gon' feel the same pain
All of us will feel the same pain
Always smoking out the car service
We constantly smoke marijuana inside the car service
Police escorting, not at all nervous
Being accompanied by police without fear
We the bomb, search us
We are impressive and remarkable, so investigate us
Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Living in a luxurious penthouse with money everywhere
Old school backseat, with the stash in it
Having a retro car with a hidden stash compartment
Big joint, OG mixed with hash in it
Smoking a large marijuana joint blended with hash
And it's TGOD, you niggas last minute
Representing TGOD (Taylor Gang or Die), while you others are late
Your flow last year, the swag last fall
Your style was relevant last year, but now it's outdated
You just the last place
You're simply in a position of lowest importance
You ain't gon' last at all
You won't endure or remain relevant
What you smoking on man? Aha
What kind of marijuana are you enjoying?
What you got in your bag though bruh?
What do you have in your bag, my friend?
The same shit, new bitch with me
Nothing different, just a new girl with me
Buy 20, run through 50
Buying 20 grams and quickly consuming them
I'm running through the stop lights
I'm driving through red lights
Late night
During the late hours of the night
I told baby girl get your cake right
I advised the girl to improve her financial situation
That kush doesn't taste right
That marijuana doesn't have a pleasant flavor
You take it to the head
You consume it directly without hesitation
All you smell is KK and
All you can detect is KK strain of marijuana
Cookie smoke in the Benz
The car smells like cookies due to marijuana smoke
Where my roof go, I stack up quick
I make money rapidly and accumulate it
While they move slow white girls in my room
While others are slow, I have white girls in my room
I'm smoking while they do blow
I'm smoking marijuana while they use cocaine
Plush life, no crushed ice
Living a luxurious life without any inferior aspects
I'm 20k in the game, my bookie loves life
I have $20,000 in the gambling business and my bookmaker enjoys his life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash
But I don't care, I enjoy spending money
I don't tuck it, it's nothing
I don't hide it, it's insignificant
Two first class flights to the function
Taking two luxurious flights to an event
20 zans, 120 grand
Having 20 Xanax pills and $120,000
In the city where the pretty girls dance
In a place where attractive girls are dancing
And them plants grow, in the warehouse
And those marijuana plants thrive in the warehouse
Skinny cash, if you pass me bullshit
Only giving me cash, not worthless things
I'mma laugh I'm the man, no lie baby
I will laugh because I'm the best, no lie, baby
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
If you guys want marijuana, we have ounces of it
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
If you guys want high-quality marijuana, we have pounds of it
You know it's Taylor Gang or die haha, word
You're aware it's all about Taylor Gang or nothing, haha, understand
Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling
Fresh from the place where they sell drugs
You gotta pay 'em to cook
You need to pay them to prepare drugs for sale
Ain't no rules out this motherfucker
There are no regulations in this chaotic situation
Who sold you that book
Who gave you false information
Bitch we down when it's cracking
We are present when things are happening
Around my way and you know that
In my neighborhood and you're aware of it
Can get more than I ever asked
I can achieve more than I ever imagined
So be afraid of the go back
Thus, be scared to return to your previous situation
Hear them talking, I'm cool and moving
Hearing them talk, but I remain composed and keep on going
No cameras, respect the shooters
No surveillance cameras, showing respect to the shooters
I'm out on this money train
I'm on the journey of making money
You don't know about hustle, do you?
You have no understanding of hard work and determination, do you?
It's everything in or nothing
It's either giving my all or nothing at all
Bitch you know how I get down
You know my lifestyle and how I operate
You wasn't mad at me before
You weren't angry with me previously
So why is you mad at me now?
So why are you angry with me now?
The alcohol got you talking
The influence of alcohol is making you talkative
You do the same thing, and the cops
You engage in similar activities, and the police
Know conversation, know where we playing
Are aware of our discussions and our location
Only for money calls only
Only accepting calls related to money
That mean I can't deal with them old games
That means I cannot engage with those old tricks
That you trynna kick, this ain't Shinobi
That you're attempting to use, but this isn't a video game like Shinobi
I told her baby you thirsty
I told her baby you're desperate
She responded I'm cool
She replied that she's fine
Said your wrist, it's got water
Said you have diamonds on your wrist
I told her bitch this a pool
I told her bitch this is a lot more (wealth) than you can handle
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Cemm G
Niggas got it fucked up
Probably thinking its a game
I might smile a lot
But I ain't playing with 'em
I'm up at eight, I work all night
I'm rolling weed, I'm on the flight
Soon as I land I'm gonna write
I'm on the grind
40 hours, 2 shows, 3 planes, 6 zeros
Flying all around the world
Like I'm a fucking hero
Pouring it straight out a bottle
That's how we drink Cliquot
And we all from the same hood
That's why we feel the same thing
Like say if one of our pockets hurting
We all gon' feel the same pain
Always smoking out the car service
Police escorting, not at all nervous
We the bomb, search us
Penthouse, whole room filled with cash in it
Old school backseat, with the stash in it
Big joint, OG mixed with hash in it
And it's TGOD, you niggas last minute
Your flow last year, the swag last fall
You just the last place, you ain't gon' last at all
[Chorus]
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
You know its Taylor Gang or die
Haha, word
Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling
You gotta pay 'em to cook
Ain't no rules out this motherfucker
Who sold you that book
Bitch we down when its cracking
Around my way and you know that
Can get more than I ever asked
So be afraid of the go back
Hear them talking, I'm cool and moving
No cameras, respect the shooters
I'm out on this money train
You don't know about hustle, do you?
It's everything in or nothing
Bitch you know how I get down
You wasn't mad at me before
So why is you mad at me now?
The alcohol got you talking
You do the same thing, and the cops
Know conversation, know where we playing
Only for money calls only
That mean I can't deal with them old games
That you trynna kick, this ain't Shinobi
I told her baby you thirsty
She responded I'm cool
Said your wrist, its got water
I told her bitch this a pool
Feel me gang that, or concrete dive head first
But if you owe me money, I need my bread first
[Chorus]
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
[Verse 3: Berner]
What you smoking on man? Aha
What you got in your bag though bruh?
The same shit, new bitch with me
Buy 20, run through 50
I'm running through the stop lights, late night
I told baby girl get your cake right
That kush doesn't taste right
You take it to the head
All you smell is KK and cookie smoke in the Benz
Where my roof go, I stack up quick, while they move slow
White girls in my room, I'm smoking while they do blow
Plush life, no crushed ice
I'm 20k in the game, my bookie loves life
But fuck it, I like to blow cash
I don't tuck it, its nothing
Two first class flights to the function
20 zans, 120 grand, in the city where the pretty girls dance
And them plants grow, in the warehouse
Skinny cash, if you pass me bullshit, I'mma laugh
I'm the man, no lie baby
[Chorus]
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
You niggas want kush, we got ounces
You niggas want cookies, we got pounds
Nathan Guenther
We don’t search for old songs, we search for memories.
Chance Fowler
Ain’t that the truest thing I’ve heard all day.
CJB22
8 years later and the instrumental still gives me chills
Jimmy Hendrikx
Real OG shit
Cordarius Starks
I got the hardest rap to this beat
JAYPLAYA95
Exactly a person who feels how I do love💪🏾🔥🔥🔥
Brandon G
Yesss, instrumental is too good
Leandro Limoncelli
It’s from Lady Fantasy by Camel
Chance Fowler
05/26/2023 this song still has me looking at the stars at 11pm at night. Giving me the same exact vibe it did from 10 yrs ago. It’s amazing how life changes, people leave , job changes, life keeps going. But in my mind I can come back to a song like this and it hit me in the gut like it did 10 yrs ago. TGOD for ever bruh, fr.
Z3US ⚡️
TGOD til the graveyard 🪦