Berner - Still Rich lyrics

[Intro - Wiz Khalifa:] Yeah Young Khalifa and Bern Real n***as in this b**h Everybody drunk, the f** they want Uh [Chorus - Wiz Khalifa:] It's not a thing we can't afford Walk up in the club b**hes 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 [Verse 1 - Berner:] Splash Pretty b**hes 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 b**h Just smoking, thinking about the world, dice rolling Police behind me, blue lights glowing Keep going, I ain't gonna stop, Hell nah f** a cell, I don't wanna rot I keep pretty b**hes 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 s**ed 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:] 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 b**hes run up to me like a hero My n***as 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 b**hes I don't need they digits I got a bunch of women from other continents coming in Smoke more weed, pa** on more things Reflect on all the good sh** 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lil Kim:] 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 n***a I used to move base like Jeter I'm a fly b**h out the barrel But I'm leaving out teeter Talking private s** 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 n***as get blunted Tell Berner break up the P while Wiz roll up the weed Wanna be my main squeeze, n***a 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 [Chorus]