Lyrics Mess - Berner

Mess

A bum reachin out for my crumbs
Let the rollie bezzel shine in the sun
Let em know we ain’t hurtin' ova here, nah
They ain’t ate right in the month
More money, more law suits
I feel bad about being broke is awful
New year, got a carful
Three strippers, one fresh outta law school
Not a song in the air yet
I can care less, I’m in my own jet
Ten toes down, all I need is one
One real bitch, baby keep me on
We burn herb in the club, dom pérignon
25k and a half for my carry on
Lose left ones, try and carry on
Keep the livin' nice, got our haities gone
Yeah, the bigger the check, the bigger the mess
I got young ones here, they will kill for respect
More death here, the bigger the mess
Yeah, the bigger the check, the bigger the mess
I got young ones here, aim straight for the neck
More death here, the bigger the mess
Sloppy, cross me, send two killers where your mom sleep
Give me one hour on my off these
Came with the power, new crossbreeds
New j’s, two jays, man, I ain’t slept two days
Tryna get my whole crew paid
My lawyer, I’m a retainer if they do raid
Brown bag money feel betta in a porsche cayenne
I smell like leather
I sweat bitches when they walk by
They only wanted two, but I brought five
My first gun was a Glock 9
Blocks on blocks, cali roll at the stop sign
Won’t stop till it’s all mine
Put ya lil pretty ass online
Yeah, the bigger the check, the bigger the mess
I got young ones here, they will kill for respect
More death here, the bigger the mess
Yeah, the bigger the check, the bigger the mess
I got young ones here, aim straight for the neck
More death here, the bigger the mess