Lyrics
Yeah
It’s about 5:30 in the morning
I’m on my fifth zone right now
A lot of motherfuckers upset with me It’s cause I work harder than them
I got better producers than them
It’s cause I love what the fuck I do It ain’t for the money
I got money motherfucker
They see me sittin' up high, they wanna take me off the top
And when I pull to their spot I see 'em waiting round the block
Them gold teeth in his mouth gettin rusty like his gun
This .45 will hold 8, but I only need one
One shot why waste another bullet on a bum?
They hate me, cuz they don’t get no fuckin money where I’m from, fuck em Pull up to Atlanta with a few dozen
I’m in my hotel room, I’m tryna move some
They don’t trap, they just rap, they don’t do nothin
I’m counting dope money I ain’t through hustlin
30 g’s from 2 keys and that’s a great price
And I ain’t talkin sharks when I say I got that great white
I ain’t the haze type, but I got a great lime
32 for the grapes, «What that cherry taste like?»
That’s what they ask me when they see me on the streets, uh Big body Benz sittin on chrome feet
They wanna kill me, wanna take away my dream
They see me, I’m movin' mean, yeah I got it all from cream
Went from trains to trucks to planes to boats
I’m floatin on the ocean with major coke
I’m well connected, my team is well protected
Invested a lot of money in weapons, my Smith and Wesson
Will hold me down so I ain’t even stressin'
And let him try me, I’ma teach his ass a lesson
Flip a bird or two, show em what the Berner do For a little bit of nothin they will come and murder you
I’m gettin money they see me, they wanna touch me, they try me These bullets flyin… now the sidewalk is bloody
I’m into bitches with money that keep me fitted, they want me They try and kiss me (now that’s what I call trickin)
I went from Florida to Georgia then back to Phoenix
I’m in Cali where that purp is the cheapest
And the girls pay up to just to come and see us They treat us like kings and so that pussy just to please us You call it pimpin, me I call it gettin' right
Buy that thing for 32 let it go for 65
Get me high, get me high
Someone roll that Platinum up
I’ma have to step on it then I’m gonna wrap em up They wanna kill me well they better have aim
It’s Berner the kush man, and I’m a legend in this game