Miss Me (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Styles P) - Berner & B-Real

Yeah (CashMoneyAp) Ayy, ayy Two freak hoes don't excite me, huh Two freak hoes won't excite me, huh, huh Ayy, ayy Two freak hoes won't excite me Your nigga hatin', know he wanna be just like me Well, I just spent a hundred on my time piece I don't like you bitches, I be with my wifey Two freak hoes don't excite me Your nigga hatin', know he wanna be just like me Well, I just spent a hundred on my time piece I don't like you bitches, I be with my wifey Kick box, bae, get thе fuck up out my face My new watch, I flood the facе, I don't watch out for the snakes Lil' mama got a waist, I ain't got no time to waste So feel your energy, tunnel vision on my way I'm ballin' every day, I'ma seek but they don't know I'm on that weed, I'm in control She out with me, we never lonely I had a couple ones that tried to jam me up, not anymore Now I don't need you in my house tryna wake up and steal my clothes We was smokin' on that kush, she tilt her eyes, go really low Can't believe we still got time for all them games 'cause I can't play no more Had a lot of baggage, got tired and had to let it go Gotta be a boss in the game, I'm a professional Two freak hoes won't excite me Your nigga hatin', know he wanna be just like me Well, I just spent a hundred on my time piece I don't like you bitches, I be with my wifey Two freak hoes don't excite me Your nigga hatin', know he wanna be just like me Well, I just spent a hundred on my time piece I don't like you bitches, I be with my wifey (ayy, ayy) I'm super clean, she know I'm super mean I pull up with the gang, pull up with the team, they hate that Lil' shorty know I keep it real, I fuck her in the Maybach I keep a Glock grip by my leg and 50 in my backpack Gotta watch them when you winning 'cause you know they lurking (yeah) She say she down but was a clown and now the jokes ain't working I spend some time perfecting rhymes and going over verses She held it down and stayed loyal, now we up for certain, yeah Two freak hoes won't excite me Your nigga hatin', know he wanna be just like me Well, I just spent a hundred on my time piece I don't like you bitches, I be with my wifey Two freak hoes don't excite me Your nigga hatin', know he wanna be just like me Well, I just spent a hundred on my time piece I don't like you bitches, I be with my wifey Uh, uh I be like (ayy) I made an M, uh, uh, yeah Two freak hoes won't excite me, no Two freak hoes can't excite me, never Two freak hoes won't excite me, no You won't excite me, never

It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

So "Little Wayne", whats your motivation? Is that really a question? Do you really have that written down in your notepad? You should be ashamed of yourself You smell me girl I smell like money See, that's what they don't understand To me it was always get money or die I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner You know what I mean I'm Stunner Junior that's all I know that's all I ever knew Get money or get nothing you know what I'm saying And I feel that way For real So hard I go I keep pushing The game so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie Dwayne Carter absent keep looking I'm present on the block I'm a legend on the block Ice so bright like heaven on the watch Yeah nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch So watch and see what I do Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo They got the shivers 'mayne I got the fever I got to bring the hood back after Katrina Weezy F Baby now the F is for FEMA Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia Yeah no cure no help So me, so good, so hard, so felt Feel me And that's just my point right there That's what I'm always trying to stress know what I'm saying If you don't understand me if you don't feel me then you ain't real In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you know So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period? I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause that's who I speak for And myself, you know what I mean, my family that's who I represent My homies, my girl, my life you know C'mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I'm ready Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo Fucking with the boy baby that's a cambo If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable Like nobody make a sound where the paper, where the paper Gotta get it, gotta have it Once I got it I'mma spend it Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it The re-ups be like birthday parties No room to park the cars in the garages So outside the cribs all you see is arayis If I ain't say it right fuck it I ain't foreign Feel me And see that's where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean I got that heat rock, foreal Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music? That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me you know what I mean They ain't spitting like me They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain't got colds I got the flu over here man, foreal I need relief, y'all help me, foreal I know y'all sick of me, 'cause I'm tired of y'all foreal And based on the bank, I'm doing much better than alot of these niggas I'm tired of these niggas Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner I'm cocking back and passing They catch 'em in they sternum Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya That gone probably learn ya To never ever ever – ever ever ever come around here no more Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch I'm the God I should ride with the Pope But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah Yeah, and tell 'em bout Hollygrove Tell 'em bout my last show Tell 'em bout my last hoe You know, just born to mack Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah I'm in my prime niggas falling back That's right I'm coming baby yeah hard as crack Feel Me And that's just what it is nigga If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up That's how I was taught that's how I was brought up And that's how I'mma go down man foreal Cash Money, Young Money in your motherfucking throat bitch Swallow slow Weezy F Baby this interview is over, go to the next song Bitch

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate