How We Do It (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

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, all my 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', stop it
If I got it I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket (fire, fire)

30 hangin' off my Off-White denim
Politickin' and they feelin' like some children
Wave, baby, real 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)
Made, I get money in six ways
These 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, "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 run up on me
Pull this 30 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, 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

Talk down then, 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, no, it ain't no question

Hello, you don't dress like me
Low-key, wanna be just like me
I can pull up in a fresh white tee
Guaranteed (guarantee) every in the party want me
Pulled up, sittin' low in my seat
Smokin' on KK like a G
Bad, 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 (ha-ha)
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, "Yeah, we made it"



Credits
Writer(s): Fenix Rypinski, Deangelo Smith, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Oji Pierce, Montell Du'sean Jordan
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