Niice Lyrics - Berner

Money comin' in 

Money comin' in 

Money comin' in 

Oh 

I love this shit 

Hella drugs and shit 

Her pussy so tight, made the rubber rip 

Real D-boy, I got a dub to flip 

And the coke so clean, I don't cut the shit 

I'm young, fuck your life 

I got a hundred 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 

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 

I'mma blow the house up 'til my shit get popped 

My stomach get to hurtin' when the shit get lost 

We do the touchdown dance when we get it across 

Two girls in my S-Class 

Twenty pack in the black bag 

Hundred grand in my backpack 

Yeah, we get real trap money, fuck a rap check 

Dog, I don't ever wanna be broke again 

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 

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Ridin round with the burner 

I'm with Berner 

Ridin round with the bags on me 

'Bout to serve 'em 

Got all these blue Benjimans 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

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Money on my mind like a pair of shades 

Grind all week, I ain't slept for days 

Paper routes, I know many ways 

I got plenty traffic, no need for waze 

Stay prayed, get paid, hustler made 

My money too dirty, I need a maid 

Broke boys talk down, throwin' shade 

But real hustlers are never fake 

High grade twist up like a braid 

My money keep comin' like porn star 

Tight grip, mine sharp as a blade 

I got all the game like a sports bar 

For the money I go real far 

I gotta get it today, I'm not promised tomorrow 

Look for it, I don't beg or borrow 

I'm worried about mine, homie, not about your's 

Wake and bake and get straight to the cake 

Never talk down on the next man 

Never ever do it for the Gram 

Nah, stackin' up bread is the game plan 

Wrist light up like an ambulance 

Satellite plant got my eyes on slant 

28k stashed in my pants 

And I keep my mind on bands, baby 

Ridin round with the burner 

I'm with Berner 

Ridin round with the bags on me 

'Bout to serve 'em 

Got all these blue Benjimans 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

Yeah 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

Money keep comin' in 

Put it in mattress 

Not in a pipe though 

Fuckin' an actress 

I'm the new graduate 

Yeah, that's how we actin' now 

She want some Cookie, Lean, and Molly 

Now dat bitch passin' out 

I got that flame with me 

Like I stay in the dragon house 

Remember the Bando 

Trappin' that gas out the boarded house 

I might supply them ounces 

Beat the pot, Ronda Rousey 

Feel like I'm on the mountain 

I'mma rich nigga 

No, they can't doubt me 

Ridin round with the burner 

I'm with Berner 

Ridin round with the bags on me 

'Bout to serve 'em 

Got all these blue Benjimans 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

Yeah 

Money comin' in 

Ridin round with the burner 

I'm with Berner 

Ridin round with the bags on me 

'Bout to serve 'em 

Got all these blue Benjimans 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

Yeah, I earn 'em 

Yeah 

Money comin' in 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin' 

That money keep on comin' in and comin' in and comin'