The Plug
Wiz Khalifa, Berner
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Berner what up nigga It's that Urban Farmer shit It's that drivin' slow in a fast car Burnin' weed A zip underneath the seat Uh I'm, drinkin' two bottles at the same damn time Placin' orders and can't even finish all of it No phone in my loop, no holes in my crew No flaws in my chain, my car got no roof Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot Probably heard some things about me, man, and all of them true About how we came from nothin' to somethin' Niggas eased up in the game, I just jumped in I was sixteen, sellin' CD's and hustlin' Had to learn f*ck niggas, not to trust 'em Made a way, so now they're treatin' me like royalty And f*ck the money niggas ridin' over loyalty But when it come to money, I'm all about it so to speak Put on for my dogs, do anything for my queen Four hours rest, I'm livin' the dream Wake up to marble on the floor, heated toilet seats I'm ballin' hard, you should enjoy the seats I bet this hundred thousand cash, ensure your belief That if you work hard then this is what you could earn As the Kush burn, uh Let me hear it I'm fresh picked from the hills, red eight inch heels On my new bitch, she brought me all big face bills And my Chevrolet dizzy, you don't know how it feels To lose a mil' in two months, shit's way to real I saw my mom last night, one hell of a dream She told me keep your head up, and follow your dream Empty bottles of lean, and white cups in the hand Lookin' half dead, sad, but I don't try to understand I rock Louis 'cause I can, I brought eighty-four grams And only f*ck with bitches that put money in my hands I'm playin' hundred dollar hands, 20K at the Palms I drink, all day long and throw some dank in the bong My whips too clean, I bet they hate that I ball I throw two shots back, without a chaser at all I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me dog And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club I throw a fifty pack on the back of the truck And get a crazy rush when I get to wrappin' them up No fingerprints, bought a fresh package of gloves I'm blowin' bud in the club, come f*ck with the plug I stay mind fuckin' bitches, baby, give me the cash I'm still haunted by my past, bullets shattered the glass Them shells on the floor caught up with 'em fast I'm watchin' time fly, the coke tucked tight in the stash My old head told me slow down 'fore I crash I try to listen, but I'm livin' like tonight is my last And my all black fit, drunk and ready to shoot In the coupe so dope, I don't know what to do And the crib so big, I can't get to my room I crashed out on the couch, in my jeans and my shoes Drinkin' booze in the afternoon, smokin' on hash Two hits of the dab, boy, I'm gone off wax Cartier frames and my 501's I'm in the slums with a millionaire, high and drunk They try to stay tied in with the high end plug I'm like a king with this weed, bitch, I am bud Six slugs in my '38 I told little momma go and get her money straight I told Wiz break the weed down and roll up a Shamess And watch Fools run away when we finally blaze it I'm so high
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Written by: Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Cosmo Hickox, Gilbert Anthony Jr. Milam
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