| Wiz, what’s up, boy?
|
| Some next level shit
|
| Yeah
|
| Khalifa man
|
| Oh, but you didn’t know?
|
| Big boss shit
|
| Hey, hey
|
| Yeah
|
| Real shit on my own hype
|
| Las Vegas, we got four-thousand grow lights
|
| This year I’m catchin' more flights
|
| They don’t even rock they own ice
|
| I buried money and I pray it don’t rot
|
| Thank God I wasn’t home when they raided my spot
|
| I’m best friends with my FoodSaver (Where my vacuum seal at?)
|
| Monterey county, I just grabbed a whole acre
|
| I’m so tailored, you can smell it in the air
|
| I leave the club with all the bitches, fuck it, life isn’t fair (Don't be mad)
|
| They say it’s a problem but I be everywhere
|
| I’m in a foreign smokin' orange and the police they don’t care (They don’t care)
|
| Miami bitches call me daddy, I got Asians girls in my hotel on candy (They on
|
| blow)
|
| In the early two-thousands, I had purple by the truck
|
| Back then I outta town 'em
|
| Yeah
|
| Spend it all and I’m gon' get it back
|
| Goin' all out, I don’t ever relax
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Send it all and we gon' get the pack
|
| We the first ones, ain’t gon' be the last
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| I’m with my dawgs in the latest of fashion
|
| Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my status
|
| I been goin' so hard every day I’m in the studio trappin'
|
| When you work for it, dawg, it’ll happen
|
| I done put a lotta zeros in my bank account, no, it ain’t magic
|
| Lost some homies in the struggle, that’s tragic
|
| I done put my family on now they seen I’m smart because of my tactics
|
| Love my squad, I got everything tatted
|
| I got homies that I used to ride with that they say that they ratted
|
| Hit my phone and I’m sayin' what happened
|
| I got niggas in the streets when there’s beef and you see 'em, they clappin'
|
| I’m just tryna stay focused, I don’t need no distraction
|
| Spend it all and I’m gon' get it back
|
| Goin' all out, I don’t ever relax
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Send it all and we gon' get the pack
|
| We the first ones, ain’t gon' be the last
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Ghost
|
| Blowin' on burner, cookies and cake
|
| You can get hit with the zip or the tre-eight
|
| I could blow the bag and get it back in the same day
|
| I would send the packs in the '90s, back in the haze days
|
| Got my second whiff off a piff, it was grade-A
|
| When you could six for the pound, those was the heydays
|
| I smoke plants and I eat plants
|
| Bop with a joint in my hand, that’s the cheap dance
|
| I told Berner and Wiz, I’ma whiz with the burner
|
| If it ain’t hedgefund money, that shit don’t concern us
|
| What the cash don’t get, know the credit get
|
| Before the bank, I got thang on the arm for gangster etiquette
|
| Southside predicate, Westside dope house
|
| Know I’m just an entrepaneur that likes to float out
|
| Sellin' juice, veggies and fruit, pushin' hope out
|
| Facts, no alternative facts, we get smoked out
|
| Spend it all and I’m gon' get it back
|
| Goin' all out, I don’t ever relax
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Send it all and we gon' get the pack
|
| We the first ones, ain’t gon' be the last
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Oh no, they can miss me with that
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Miss Me , by - Berner. Song from the album RICO, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп