OT - Berner, Wiz Khalifa

Uh, you know a nigga be travelin' and shit

On the road, in the game

Get straight to it

You know I ain’t even had time to change clothes

You know I spend a lot of time on the road

But see I’m getting to a lotta this dough

And then we turnin' up after the show

After I smoke a pound I gotta go

Yeah, man I’m back in my zone

Fuck a trap, I put plants in my home

When I’m high I don’t answer my phone

I lost another pack on the road

Fuck one time, I’m gon shine on these bitches

Roll a raw paper naa, I ain’t lightin no swishers

Gimmie cash yeah, then gimmie some more

Me and Wiz put our weed in a store

Arizona bitches, yeah they love me for sure

Let the wax joint burn, shout out West Coast Cure

My shit the bomb heat a nail hit the bong really on

All I want is strong Dom Perignon

In the morning when I wake up I break a zip down

In and outta town it kinda make me sick now

I’m never home but damn this money lookin' right

Wake up in the morning take another flight, gone…

Uh…

All I got is my balls and a quarter ounce of weed that I tucked in my drawers

Just in case the police come fuck it they could bring the dog but they ain’t

gettin' none

Eatin' good when I’m on tour hear the beat playin' in the back that’s by my

nigga cuz

More buses that mean I’m living large

Bigger check cause I’m the bigger star

Instead of gettin money you worry 'bout how to get where we are

Champagne, pounds of weed, loud motors in every car

Takin shots, rollin up, money so long can’t fold it up

They talkin lyrics ain’t dope enough

Talkin them pounds ain’t smoke enough

Talkin' bout shows ain’t sold enough

All I need is some money and weed

On my table there’s a pile of cream

Baby girl got her face in the plate

She wanna give me a bump

I’m on a xanie I’m straight… Uh

Four days, I’m in five different states

Burn a pound if I like how it tastes

Set up shop in a city I ain’t from

Overnight it celebrate when they come

Jeweles drippin' on my wrist I’m a damn fool

Y’all don’t smoke like me n' Wizzle man do

Man I’m on my D boy, kingship

New whip, rollin weed on my pink slip

New strain yeah I’m back on my G shit

Growhouse in a city where the beach is

You know I stay on the road

And I rep that big Bay everywhere that I go

Fasho