Still Rich Lyrics - Singles - Berner

Yeah 

Young Khalifa and Bern 

Real niggas in this bitch 

Everybody drunk, the fuck they want 

Uh, 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

Walk up in the club 

Bitches is what we want 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

Don't even say my name 

We just rep my gang 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

We roll that good weed up 

Tell em meet with us 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

So get in my car 

Tell your friends you tryna roll, 

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Splash 

Pretty bitches give me cash 

Pull up, hop out, 40 in my pants 

Bag full of gas got the whole crew lit 

I'm on the twenty third floor with my best friend's bitch 

Just smoking, thinking about the world, dice rolling 

Police behind me, blue lights glowing 

Keep going, I ain't gonna stop, Hell nah 

Fuck a cell, I don't wanna rot 

I keep pretty bitches choosing 

They love me, I'm really neat 

If she wanna stick around, she gonna need to bring a few 

Dom Pérignon, we gonna burn a little weed 

She just sucked off Ren, now she want Ricky P 

We get money, and shake fake friends that get funny 

Pull the old schools out when it's sunny 

Big papa, they love to rub my tummy 

Got the renegade hoes running from me 

Photos 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

Walk up in the club 

Bitches want free bud 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

Don't even say my name 

We just rep my gang 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

We roll that good weed up 

Tell em meet with us 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

So get in my car 

Tell your friends you tryna roll 

Wanna kick it with me 

Twist all my trees 

Watch Apple TV, take trips over seas 

She told me she feening for a reason 

This dark tint, all this weed sick, you can't see in 

Get hoes home and get em out they clothes 

Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low 

My pockets covered in zero's 

Bitches run up to me like a hero 

My niggas rob like De Niro 

He know, she know we high, we smoke 

The whole bowl load, call the weed man 

To bring some more 

And tell them bitches I don't need they digits 

I got a bunch of women from other continents coming in 

Smoke more weed, pass on more things 

Reflect on all the good shit this cash and this joy brings 

And for them hoes, I got room in the back 

Fit four if your small, fit two if your fat 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

Walk up in the club 

Bitces want free bud 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

Don't even say my name 

We just rep my gang 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

We roll that good weed up 

Tell em meet with us 

It's not a thing we can't afford 

So get in my car 

Tell your friends you tryna roll 

I'm a shop a holic, I need help 

I'm an addict 

With the same working twice, I forgot I had it 

To grit this figure, need at least six figures 

It cost to watch me, so watch your nigga 

I used to move base like Jeter 

I'm a fly bitch out the barrel 

But I'm leaving out teeter 

Talking private sex on a private jet 

I'm a more scheme no hoe, with a valentino flow 

These.cost me thirty three hundred 

I pop a Dom P while my niggas get blunted 

Tell Berner break up the P while Wiz roll up the weed 

Wanna be my main squeeze, nigga please 

To fill these shoes, you gonna need big feet 

We never looking at the tags we just throw it in the bag 

Fifty bottles of Cris, thirty bottles of Moët 

Twenty...and keep the tab open