Wassup (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods) - Berner & B-Real

Uh, yeah She always in the latest It gotta be something about her, I can't do no basic Need us to 'nihallate then That's just to keep it player Been getting money Don't be stupid, can't do me no favors I got this project chick always play Lil Wayne I think she tryna drive me crazy, told her stay in her lane They always told me it was fire when it came to that cane Yeah I was serving harden like James and kept it rocket Way too G'd up, feet up, light the weed up I took his honey from him, she told me you wanna be us He had a buzz, that was a light year With 20-20, you pussy, we see it quite clear I hit your BM in her DM then had her with me by PM Stevie Wonder, I get money off keys and never see 'em Ain't saying shit boy, you all talk And ain't no prices ever dropping over here, this ain't Walmart (this ain't Walmart)

You fucking right Yeah Put the money in the bag, man Put that over there We got more to count Too much to ask me I bought a whole O to smoke I'm riding high My niggas with me, they down to ride I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Got niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right Money from the floor way up to the sky Now they wanna know and they wonder why I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide I'm killin' 'em First 48, first 48 Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48 I ain't worried about spending bread 'cause I got more to make Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate Hundred for a show, can you afford a date? And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon' make Police ran up on my tour bus But hey my niggas, more money more problems More lawyers on the case Niggas at the Grammy's, I was at the crib working Heard they little diss but I'm just being the big person Never been trained, still my aim near perfect Everything I spits murder, bow I bought a whole O to smoke I'm riding high My niggas with me, they down to ride I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Got niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right Money from the floor way up to the sky Now they wanna know and they wonder why I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide I'm killin' 'em With black on black cars coming through, presidential shit Tints on the whip so dark can't see who riding in that bitch Suits and ties, no questions why Somebody get a box ready for these guys No four door, had the coupe that ride That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly No games though, no names spoke This crack right here, cocaine flow I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro Yeah, I pitch that 9 like Pedro Stuck in the car with my nigga I'm ready to ride We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise Keep telling everybody what you gonna do Middle finger like fuck what you going through All I know is that money that I'm going to And them gang gang boys run up on you Like, "Wassup cuz, I told you Just money in the pocket, fold you T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang, woo I bought a whole O to smoke I'm riding high My niggas with me, they down to ride I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Got niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right Money from the floor way up to the sky Now they wanna know and they wonder why I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Niggas hatin' on me hard 'cause my paper right But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide I'm killin' 'em

All my niggas is day ones I only fuck with A1's You niggas know what the gang is We young black and dangerous Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down with the shit Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down, still down Uh, they can't believe I'm still here Made a million dollars but i wouldn't replace it for nothin' A lotta niggas been killed here I done seen niggas get they whole shit blown off in public A lotta blood, sweat, and hope came from this block When floodin', a lotta dope came from this block But fuck it, I'm in my whip pushing buttons I think about the ones that dead and gone and ones that still thuggin' Uh, and they still down Got no love for them pussy ass motherfuckers, cause they still clowns Smokin real pounds, just bought a real home Me and my watch, both real stoned Pour some gin, man it's all about the ends New Ferrari or a Benz Get a joint and hold it in And I been with the same niggas since they was hitting licks and yeah they still with the shits All my niggas is day ones I only fuck with A1's You niggas know what the gang is We young black and dangerous Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down with the shit Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down, still down Yeah, Taylor Gang, Chevy Yo, tell them niggas we nothin' alike They see us and imitate what they want to be like What's hand and hand to them J's next day on the flight Shit, where i'm from if you're out too late then you're playing with your life Bet they feel how i feel, dinner out in Brazil My day ones'll see about you for me for real And the finest of fashion, makin' a statement Who thought it used to take me to get it now anything we can afford it Hate us so much that i'm cakin', i ain't mad at them at all Just know about this dough, don't make em make you a John Huh, the same ones that been A1's A few niggas gone act different when that change come Yeah, horsepower from that kitchen vision It's taylor gang, when you they ask you tell them we the business Them niggas tryna copy us, they lookin' stupid Swear, dressing all crazy, boy you look like a Build-A-Bear All my niggas is day ones I only fuck with A1's You niggas know what the gang is We young black and dangerous Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down with the shit Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down, still down Still down, down, down, down, down All day errday I come around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round, Ohh We stay down, down, down, down, down All day errday they say we wouldn't make it It's just me and my niggas Just me and my niggas All my niggas is day ones I only fuck with A1's You niggas know what the gang is We young black and dangerous Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down with the shit Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I'm still down Still down, still down

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