BERNER - Street Money (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

Yeah, and I’m breathin’ out loud

Wake up with 20 pies on the ground

I’mma have a hundred feet Jeeze on me right now

Yeah the very last week, cost me eighty thuds

Light green, I don’t do the tight jeans

I’m from The Bay, I got rich off ice cream

Mouth piece make your girlfriend cash out

Tacked out in an old school glass house

Yeah while I’m out in Miami

Big house, boats, drive girls on canny

When I hit the airport, TSA don’t scam me,

Eight zip skill when the girl got baggy

Real street money, ask if she’s marry

But he got a pie from me

I’m playin’ on the radio and they listen to PEN

They just try to take my life, I just try to gettin’ in

Touch pound, celebrate when they touch down

Ooh girl, she a real like bust town

Free girls, get dirty for the first time

If they ready, I’ma pull out late night

Rain night falls, rollin’ stones

But she don’t bring bread, I know that hoer

Sac town girls, on tour all night

Them sanarosis girls be too damn fine

I had a girl shine in town, fake deeper

Pussy smell worst in the air, got liquor

She wouldn’t break better without fake that

I can’t lie she really got me real great

When I rise to the bed I take two to the face

I move ‘em out the stake, get 2, to that fake

Talkin’ bout click, that’s another number

Baby girl, want to dig without a robber

I’m on jeep wine, I’ll wine above ‘em

Bring me and let me trade, no jig, cake butter

Burn, put your bitch on the strip hon

I still grow wee, we use to strip ball

Street money x 2

Ball around and act like we don’t need money

Got bitch at the ho and got weed money

This the street money

Street money x 2

Ball around and act like we don’t need money

Got bitch at the ho and got weed money

Ain’t no time for this man

Hundred bad boys

This cooki shit is real life style

You know what I’m talkin’ bout?