How We Do It (feat. Wiz Khalifa) E

This is how we do it. Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds. I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money. Not like you other niggas, all my niggas really Thuggin'. Can't bring it in the club, so I Was never in the clubbin'. What you mean? She ain't got it. We ain't fuckin' 'less she Got it. I need money out of pockets. You ain't ballin', nigga, stop it. If I got it, I'ma pop it. I'm in Neiman's with my wifey. Thirty hangin' out My off-white denim. Niggas politickin' and they Feelin' like some children. Hella wave, baby, real Niggas in the buildin'. I'm tryna break your back, I am really with the billions. Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems. Count a couple thousand, then I stuff 'em in My pockets. Rich made, I get money in six Ways. You niggas switch lanes, stay in my lane. This is how we do it. It's Friday night. I pour three lines. The codeine's here on the west side. So I reach for my liter, then I pour It up. Designated driver take the keys, now my Cup. Pops and Xans, now I'm faded. Count a hundred bands up like, "Nigga, yeah, we Made it." Big body Benz. You can't see through my tints. I been creepin' while you sleepin'. Finna shoot you and your mans. I mix Molly with my Hen'. I get geeked up, count my M's. If a nigga run up on me, pull this .30 out my pants. Just got a big joint rolled up. My own liquor with a four 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 like I'm owin' the truck. Nigga talk down, then a nigga get stuck. Lot of joints gettin' rolled, lot of 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 bustin'. Realest in the game, no, it ain't no question. Hella bitch, you don't dress like me. Low-key wanna be just like me. I could pull up in a fresh white tee. Guarantee every bitch in the party want me. Pull up, sittin' low in my seats. Smokin' on KK like a G. Bad bitch ridin' with me, she a freak. Smokin', drinkin', goin' hard all week. Let's go. This is how we do it. It's Friday night. I pour three lines. The codeine's here on the west side. So I reach for my liter, then I pour It up. Designated driver take the keys, now my Cup. Pops and Xans, now I'm faded. Count a hundred bands up like, "Nigga, yeah, we Made it."