Weed Man - Berner & B-Real

I done came up, this shit was a process Every year, had to make me some progress Had to grow and the money the object I just hit her, now she done got obsessed Every time I come over, she undress She lookin' good in that sundress 50K finesse at SunTrust Need a bad chick satisfy my needs I done been broke, had to hit up my knees Cheap gas plug and the nigga Chinese West Coast bitch with me don't eat meat But you know she finna go down on me Plug took the ticket down just for me Nigga, I don't sell these bags for free Nigga, I don't make these songs for free Niggas out here wanna kill me, I don't even know why Bought cheap gas, had to let the shit dry I ain't greedy, dawg, I'ma let the shit fly Shawty so wet, I'ma need me a float I'ma sell these bags, then I'ma get ghost I don't fuck with these niggas, these niggas do the most Got two incomes, got music and dope I forgot about plastic, I got one more My girl asked, "Why your heart so cold?" A truck just came, so I'm finna unload I'ma still be rich if I never go gold Yeah, it's cold, so these Gucci boots cover my toes 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P's, no QPs I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze I'm havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I'm loaded with OGs And you can buy a verse, you want Just make sure that you got your cheese And I ain't buyin' no drip no more Spendin' my money on titles and deeds And what the hell y'all smokin' on? Boy, that ain't strong, I'm smelling seeds These are the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me Gas God, got what you need, I'm the lord of the weed Got a Gucci silk scarf that cover my throat Spent thirty-five hundred, that was on my coat Like YoungBoy, bitch, I'ma never go broke If a nigga diss me, I'ma never go no Nigga, I was down, but they let me up Ain't nothin', them niggas never helped me up I don't trust no bitch, tryna set me up I remember that day they wet me up Every bitch I had, had left my side Got three bulletholes on my left side I told my niggas can't let that slide Let's go set them niggas' whole hood on fire Finna cop that new Aston truck Them niggas was first, but I passed them up Bad bitch gon' give up that ass or what? I catch my nut, then pass the slut I spent forty thou', these VVS My bitch at home, she see me less I know my BM wanna see me stressed Go child support and CPS I spent four hundred thou' only in one day On everything I love, put that on Dre I lost my heart back in '08 I caught that body and sold that K 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P's, no QPs I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze I'm havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I'm loaded with OGs And you can buy a verse, you want Just make sure that you got your cheese And I ain't buyin' no drip no more Spendin' my money on titles and deeds And what the hell y'all smokin' on? Boy, that ain't strong, I'm smelling seeds These are the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me Gas God, got what you need, I'm the lord of the weed Sippin' on syrup Poppin' these Percs, I hit that dope, I'm growin' wings Damn near spent a million dollars sippin' syrup and takin' beans I'm breakin' bread with all my mans I don't do nothin' without the team If you turn nothin' into somethin', you a motherfuckin' king I introduced her to this money, show her shit that she ain't seen Protect the squad at all costs Go get them sticks, come clear the scene Bet they ain't know way back in the day that shit'd be this way I get that money, baby, that's just in my DNA Got like two hundred, baby, then gave the jeweler 30K I'm ridin' with a dirty K, I'm tryna dodge a murder case I'ma take a nigga's main bitch, might go around the way I'm trappin', yeah, I keep them thangs in, bitch, you can come today 'Bows, bales, exotic weed, sellin' P's, no QPs I got gas gon' make you cough and I got gas gon' make you sneeze I'm havin' Runtz to last for months and plus I'm loaded with OGs And you can buy a verse, you want Just make sure that you got your cheese And I ain't buyin' no drip no more Spendin' my money on titles and deeds And what the hell y'all smokin' on? Boy, that ain't strong, I'm smelling seeds These are the reason that they eatin', I got them dopeboys praising me Gas God, got what you need, I'm the lord of the weed

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