[Intro: Berner]
All twenty dollars, all twenties, this shit get real heavy
This shit heavy, ain't it? Hah
Yeah, it's a motherfucker, ain't it?
This shit a motherfucker, ain't it?
Yeah
[Chorus: Berner]
When you shop like this, you get the good price
Me without no jewelry wouldn't look right
Room full of work, what it look like?
Let's make a toast to the good life
When you shop like this, you get the good price
Me without no jewelry wouldn't look right
Room full of work, what it look like?
Let's make a toast to the good life
[Verse 1: Berner]
I feel iffy riding without the blicky
If the dogs get beside me then they might just hit me
The snowman got the room all pissy
Bustin' open bags RayBama just shipped me (What up, RayRay?)
Hundred dollar bills, I don't like 'em with the blue strips (That's how they track it)
I'm low-key, nah, we don't do the loose lips
We buy homes and we don't need the loans
Everything I got, I own, yeah, I did it on my own (Selfmade)
I'm from the city where the legends get shitted on
They try to count us out, I bought a crib out in Tiburon
Thirty-six mil' from a nine acre field
One-fifty for the zip, do the math, it's unreal
Big deals, kill the cowards that squeal
Good smoke in my lungs, more gold on my wheels
Me and Spitta on a million dollar mission
Big Bern, dope boy, yeah, I bury competition
On my whale shit
All twenty dollars, all twenties, this shit get real heavy
This shit heavy, ain't it? Hah
Yeah, it's a motherfucker, ain't it?
This shit a motherfucker, ain't it?
Yeah
[Chorus: Berner]
When you shop like this, you get the good price
Me without no jewelry wouldn't look right
Room full of work, what it look like?
Let's make a toast to the good life
When you shop like this, you get the good price
Me without no jewelry wouldn't look right
Room full of work, what it look like?
Let's make a toast to the good life
[Verse 1: Berner]
I feel iffy riding without the blicky
If the dogs get beside me then they might just hit me
The snowman got the room all pissy
Bustin' open bags RayBama just shipped me (What up, RayRay?)
Hundred dollar bills, I don't like 'em with the blue strips (That's how they track it)
I'm low-key, nah, we don't do the loose lips
We buy homes and we don't need the loans
Everything I got, I own, yeah, I did it on my own (Selfmade)
I'm from the city where the legends get shitted on
They try to count us out, I bought a crib out in Tiburon
Thirty-six mil' from a nine acre field
One-fifty for the zip, do the math, it's unreal
Big deals, kill the cowards that squeal
Good smoke in my lungs, more gold on my wheels
Me and Spitta on a million dollar mission
Big Bern, dope boy, yeah, I bury competition
On my whale shit
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