How We Do It (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
This is how we do it
Dance, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer baby I be countin' money (countin' racks up)
Unlike you other niggas all my niggas really thuggin'
Can't bring them into thuggin' so I was never been to club
Hey, what you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it)
We ain't fuckin' now she got it, I need money outta pockets (outta pockets)
You ain't ballin' nigga stop it
If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my life
Thirty hangin' off my Off-White denim
Nigga's 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
Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems
Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my wallets (countin' racks up)
Rich, made I get money in six ways
If these niggas switch lanes they don't mind change
This is how we do it
It's Friday night
I pour three lines
The codeine's here on the Westside
So I reach for my liter then I pour it up
Designated 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 (skrt)
You can't see through my tents
I've been creepin' while you sleepin'
Finna shoot you and yo' mans
I mix molly with my hand
I get geeked up, count my M's (off the mollies)
If a nigga run up on me pull this thirty out my pants (okay)
Just got a big joint rolled up (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 they can't know when they drunk
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 your team then she gon' need cuffs
Cartier frames and my AP bussin'
Realest in the game, know it ain't no question
Hello bitch, you don't dress like me
Lowkey wanna be just like me
I can pull up in a fresh white tee
Guaranteed e'ry bitch in the party want me
Pulled up sittin' low in my seat
Smokin' on KK like a G
Bad bitch ride with me, she a freak
Smokin', drinkin', going hard all week, let's go
This is how we do it (haha)
It's Friday night (uh)
I pour three lines
The codeine's here on the Westside
So I reach for my liter then I pour it up
Designated 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
Dance, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer baby I be countin' money (countin' racks up)
Unlike you other niggas all my niggas really thuggin'
Can't bring them into thuggin' so I was never been to club
Hey, what you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it)
We ain't fuckin' now she got it, I need money outta pockets (outta pockets)
You ain't ballin' nigga stop it
If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my life
Thirty hangin' off my Off-White denim
Nigga's 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
Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems
Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my wallets (countin' racks up)
Rich, made I get money in six ways
If these niggas switch lanes they don't mind change
This is how we do it
It's Friday night
I pour three lines
The codeine's here on the Westside
So I reach for my liter then I pour it up
Designated 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 (skrt)
You can't see through my tents
I've been creepin' while you sleepin'
Finna shoot you and yo' mans
I mix molly with my hand
I get geeked up, count my M's (off the mollies)
If a nigga run up on me pull this thirty out my pants (okay)
Just got a big joint rolled up (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 they can't know when they drunk
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 your team then she gon' need cuffs
Cartier frames and my AP bussin'
Realest in the game, know it ain't no question
Hello bitch, you don't dress like me
Lowkey wanna be just like me
I can pull up in a fresh white tee
Guaranteed e'ry bitch in the party want me
Pulled up sittin' low in my seat
Smokin' on KK like a G
Bad bitch ride with me, she a freak
Smokin', drinkin', going hard all week, let's go
This is how we do it (haha)
It's Friday night (uh)
I pour three lines
The codeine's here on the Westside
So I reach for my liter then I pour it up
Designated 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
Credits
Writer(s): Fenix Rypinski, Deangelo Smith, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Oji Pierce, Montell Du'sean Jordan
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