Niice Berner (Ft. Paul Wall & Quavo)

[Intro: Quavo]
Money comin' in
Money comin' in
Money comin' in
Ohh

[Verse 1: Berner]
I love this shit
Hella drugs and shit (hella shit)
That pussy so tight, made the rubber rip (damn)
Real D-boy, I got a dub to flip
And the coke so clean, I don't cut the shit (it's pure)
I'm young, fuck your life
I got a hundred lights (hunnit lights)
I got a dirty ass bottle and a cup of ice
When it's dry in the city, then I up the price
Why you got a gun on you if you tuck your ice? (pussy)
I took all fifty, but one was light
When you ridin' like this then you run the lights
I'm in the H-Town, I miss Mr. Niice
The good die young, you better live your life
Now I'm back in the city where the shit don't stop (it' don't stop)
I'mma blow the house up, 'til my shit get popped (popped)
My stomach get to hurtin' when the shit get lost
We do the touchdown dance when we get it across (hello)
Two girls in my S-Class (yeah)
Twenty pack in the black bag (uh huh)
Hundred grand in my backpack
Yeah, we get real trap money, fuck a rap check
Dog, I don't ever wanna be broke again (damn right)
I take two big puffs and I hold it in
I'm on the Golden Gate Bridge on my way to Marin
I been in the game, I just pray that I win
It's young Berner