Miss Me Berner (Ft. Styles P & Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Berner]
Wiz, what's up, boy?
Some next level shit
Yeah
Khalifa man
Oh, but you didn't know?
Big boss shit
Hey, hey
Yeah

[Verse 1: Berner]
Real shit on my own hype
Las Vegas, we got four-thousand grow lights
This year I'm catchin' more flights
They don't even rock they own ice
I buried money and I pray it don't rot
Thank God I wasn't home when they raided my spot
I'm best friends with my FoodSaver (Where my vacuum seal at?)
Monterey county, I just grabbed a whole acre
I'm so tailored, you can smell it in the air
I leave the club with all the bitches, fuck it, life isn't fair (Don't be mad)
They say it's a problem but I be everywhere
I'm in a foreign smokin' orange and the police they don't care (They don't care)
Miami bitches call me daddy, I got Asians girls in my hotel on candy (They on blow)
In the early two-thousands, I had purple by the truck
Back then I outta town 'em
Yeah