Wait for It Berner (Ft. The Game)

[Verse 1: Berner]
You see the box full of money on the porch? Yeah, I prayed for it
I ain't even have to pay the girl to let me use her name for it
We are playin' with the mail, a few homies went away for it
They were waitin' on my call but I couldn’t catch a case for it
Anxious, waitin' on the next run
Tell 'em I'm gon' send some, I'm here 'til the check come
I was probably in the car with the weight
While you was fake talkin 'bout tryna make a play, yeah
We burned banks out and played safes out
Shit, I had to buy the bag its own place now
Bring the jack back, too many fakes out
So much work, I had to cause a fake drought
Bring the Bay back, I'm in my Maybach
I'm in the O where they learned how to make crack
Gold champagne, drunk textin' and I lay flat
On the way to London, carry-on, got a eight pack
My money back long, I bet they hate that
I was sellin' coke, freestylin' on the 8-track
Girl Scout Cookies, can't believe that we made that
I watched my mom die, Wiz helped be bring my faith back (Shit)
Yeah, I got my bag right, fuck waitin' on the next man
Four mil' on the crib (Four mil' on the crib), one-fifty on my left hand
Real plug talk, fuck a drug dog
Yeah, go ahead and hit me when the rest land
Real Cali shit, this two of the best to ever do it from LA and San Fran
Yeah, Game, go ahead and tell 'em