How We Do It (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

歌詞

This is how we do it Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (Countin' racks up) Ain't like you other niggas, all my niggas really thuggin' Can't bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (Ayy) What you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it) We ain't fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (Outta pockets) You ain't ballin', nigga, stop it If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket (Fire, fire) Thirty hangin' off my Off-White denim Niggas politickin' and they feelin' like some children Hella wave, baby, real niggas in the building I'm tryna break your back, I ain't really with the building (This is how we do it) Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (Countin' racks up) Bitch, made, I get money in six ways These niggas switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came This is how we do it It's Friday night I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Nigga, yeah, we made it" Big body Benz (Skrrt, skrrt) You can't see through my tints (Tints) I've been creepin' while you sleepin' Finna shoot you and yo' mans I mix molly with my Henn I get geeked up, count my ends (Count 'em off) If a nigga run up on me Pull this thirty out my pants, uh (This is how we do it, okay) Just got a big joint rolled up My own liquor what I pour in my cup I don't got six bitches, I don't show up Seen the diamond chain, they go nuts Brought ten bottles, I don't think it's enough We run out, I got more in a trunk Nigga talk down then a nigga get snuffed Lotta joints gettin' rolled, lotta cones gettin' stuffed I told my jeweler "Freeze my wrist up" Wanna keep her on the team, then she gon' need cuffs Cartier frames and my AP bussin' Realest in the game, no, it ain't no question Hello, bitch, you don't dress like me Low-key wanna be just like me I can pull up in a fresh white tee Guaranteed every bitch in the party want me Pulled up sittin' low in my seat Smokin' on KK like a G Bad bitch ridin' with me, she a freak Smokin', drinkin', going hard all week, let's go (This is how we do it) This is how we do it (Haha) It's Friday night (Uh) I poured three lines The codeine's here on the west side So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup Pop some Xans, now I'm faded Count a hunnid bands up like, "Nigga, yeah, we made it"