Ot Lyrics - Singles - Berner

Uh, you know a nigga be travelin' and shit 

On the road, in the game 

Get straight to it 

You know whatever type of change of clothes 

You know I spend a lot of time on the road 

But see I'm getting to a lotta this dough 

And then we turnin' up after the show 

After I smoke a pound I gotta go 

Yeah, man I'm back in my zone 

Fuck a trap, I put plants in my home 

When I'm high I don't answer my phone 

I lost another pack on the road 

Fuck one time, I'm gon shine on these bitches 

Roll a raw paper naa, I ain't lightin no swishers 

Gimmie cash yeah, then gimmie some more 

Me and Wiz put our weed in a store 

Arizona bitches, yeah they love me for sure 

Let the wax joint burn, shout out West Coast Cure 

My shit the bomb heat a nail hit the bong really on 

All I want is strong Dom Perignon 

In the morning when I wake up I break a zip down 

In and outta town it kinda make me sick now 

I'm never home but damn this money lookin' right 

Wake up in the morning take another flight, gone... 

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You know I spend a lot of time on the road 

But see I'm getting to a lotta this dough 

And then we turnin' up after the show 

After I smoke a pound I gotta go 

Uh... 

All I got is my balls and a quarter ounce of weed that I tucked in my drawers 

Just in case the police come fuck it they could bring the dog but they ain't gettin' none 

Eatin' good when I'm on tour hear the beat playin' in the back that's by my nigga cuz 

More buses that mean I'm living large 

Bigger check cause I'm the bigger star 

Instead of gettin money you worry 'bout how to get where we are 

Champagne, pounds of weed, loud motors in every car 

Takin shots, rollin up, money so long can't fold it up 

They talkin lyrics ain't dope enough 

Talkin them pounds ain't smoke enough 

Talkin' bout shows ain't sold enough 

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You know I spend a lot of time on the road 

But see I'm getting to a lotta this dough 

And then we turnin' up after the show 

After I smoke a pound I gotta go 

All I need is some money and weed 

On my table there's a pile of cream 

Baby girl got her face in the plate 

She wanna give me a bump 

I'm on a xanie I'm straight... Uh 

Four days, I'm in five different states 

Burn a pound if I like how it tastes 

Set up shop in a city I ain't from 

Overnight it celebrate when they come 

Jeweles drippin' on my wrist I'm a damn fool 

Y'all don't smoke like me n' Wizzle man do 

Man I'm on my D boy, kingship 

New whip, rollin weed on my pink slip 

New strain yeah I'm back on my G shit 

Growhouse in a city where the beach is 

You know I stay on the road 

And I rep that big Bay everywhere that I go 

Fasho