Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niice, artist - Berner.
Date of issue: 13.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Niice |
Money comin' in |
Money comin' in |
Money comin' in |
Oh |
I love this shit |
Hella drugs and shit |
Her pussy so tight, made the rubber rip |
Real D-boy, I got a dub to flip |
And the coke so clean, I don’t cut the shit |
I’m young, fuck your life |
I got a hundred lights |
I got a dirty ass bottle and a cup of ice |
When it’s dry in the city then I up the price |
Why you got a gun on you if you tuck your ice |
I took all fifty but one was light |
When you ridin' like this then you run the lights |
I’m in the H-Town, I miss Mr. Niice |
The good die young, you better live your life |
Now I’m back in the city where the shit don’t stop |
I’m a blow the house up 'til my shit get popped |
My stomach get to hurtin' when the shit get lost |
We do the touchdown dance when we get it across |
Two girls in my S-Class |
Twenty pack in the black bag |
Hundred grand in my backpack |
Yeah, we get real trap money, fuck a rap check |
Dog, I don’t ever wanna be broke again |
I take two big puffs and I hold it in |
I’m on the Golden Gate Bridge on my way to Marin |
I been in the game, I just pray that I win |
Ridin round with the burner |
I’m with Berner |
Ridin round with the bags on me |
'Bout to serve 'em |
Got all these blue Benjimans |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
Money on my mind like a pair of shades |
Grind all week, I ain’t slept for days |
Paper routes, I know many ways |
I got plenty traffic, no need for waze |
Stay prayed, get paid, hustler made |
My money too dirty, I need a maid |
Broke boys talk down, throwin' shade |
But real hustlers are never fake |
High grade twist up like a braid |
My money keep comin' like porn star |
Tight grip, mine sharp as a blade |
I got all the game like a sports bar |
For the money I go real far |
I gotta get it today, I’m not promised tomorrow |
Look for it, I don’t beg or borrow |
I’m worried about mine, homie, not about your’s |
Wake and bake and get straight to the cake |
Never talk down on the next man |
Never ever do it for the Gram |
Nah, stackin' up bread is the game plan |
This light up like an ambulance |
Satellite plant got my eyes on slant |
28k stashed in my pants |
And I keep my mind on bands, baby |
Ridin round with the burner |
I’m with Berner |
Ridin round with the bags on me |
'Bout to serve 'em |
Got all these blue Benjimans |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
Yeah |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
Money keep comin' in |
Put it in mattress |
Not in a pipe though |
Fuckin' an actress |
I’m the new graduate |
Yeah, that’s how we actin' now |
She want some Cookie, Lean, and Molly |
Now dat bitch passin' out |
I got that flame with me |
Like I stay in the dragon house |
Remember the Bando |
Trappin' that gas out the boarded house |
I might supply them ounces |
Beat the pot, Ronda Rousey |
Feel like I’m on the mountain |
I’m a rich nigga |
No, they can’t doubt me |
Ridin round with the burner |
I’m with Berner |
Ridin round with the bags on me |
'Bout to serve 'em |
Got all these blue Benjimans |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
Yeah |
Money comin' in |
Ridin round with the burner |
I’m with Berner |
Ridin round with the bags on me |
'Bout to serve 'em |
Got all these blue Benjimans |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
Yeah, I earn 'em |
Yeah |
Money comin' in |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |
That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' |