Berner ft. Chevy Woods, Majix - Sit Down Lyrics

I seen 6 black trucks on camera, they can't stand us
We the ones with the work, all my guns got Bananas
I'm a legend in Atlanta, bring that Perc price back
Bern ran shit, fell off, bounce right back
Had 30, ran out quick, I need the re-up now
I got a stash box poppin', just a few blocks down
Bay shit with the Pittsburgh sound
We got Miami in the building, this a vibe when the mob sit down
I'm still active, I ain't give up yet
I just want more cheques, walk in and let the Rolex flex
I'm a Bay boy baby, keep the U-Hall for ya
Took a trip to Jamaica, just me and my mule
I smoke good in every city I'm in
2 bottles of Gin
2 pounds in the room of the win
Throwin' dice in the city of sin, I can't lose
When I step in the room, another bad bitch choose
All I need is a light
And I'mma get the vibe right
Me and the bag all night

We talk money when we sit down
We talk money when we sit down
We talk money when we sit down
She just wanna get a flight, hit the plug for the price
We talk money when we sit down

The neighbors keep callin' the cops, they can't stand us
White Ts, we on the block with Bandanas
Got niggas dying over these blocks that they own
Find out like the hard way, this is not like home
Steering wheel, he got peeled, and his whole brains blown
I'm from a place where you know you gotta keep that chrome
It's crazy round my way, you know I came from the bottom
So when he told me it was business, I told Bern I got him
Got a bad white bitch in the kitchen, she making Pestos
Doing it from scratch, I spend it and make it back
Get a couple dollars, they don't know how to act
This is boss shit, got 30 hollows in this long clip
With my dogs, so it's mob shit
You know we all lit
She miss a nigga, she keep callin'
I know they hate to see me ballin'
She let me hit it in the morning
You think you know me, you don't know shit

All I need is a light and I'mma get the vibe right
Me and the bag all night
We talk money when we sit down
We talk money when we sit down
We talk money when we sit down
She just wanna get a flight, hit the plug for the price
We talk money when we sit down

Up on her, I'm good with the finger roll
Good with the get and go
Bitches want the money, I smash, they come and go
I'm blowed up, no artillery
Flocka in the trap, heavy artillery
Coad 9 Hillery, talkin perico
Load on the speedboat, causin' the kilo
Chop game without Chivo, blowin', smokin'
Chokin', shot please
Top down ocean
Don't accept apologies
That's like a blue face, make us 2 face
Got your girl going 2 ways
You can't save her
It's too late
Look at they face
You can tell they jealous
All this blue face, cost the Marjellas
Move like we fellins
Yeah all of them fellins
Ain't shit you can tell us
Got Kush in the metals

All I need is a light, and I'mma get the vibe right
Me and the bag all night
We talk money when we sit down
We talk money when we sit down
We talk money when we sit down
She just wanna get a flight, hit the plug for the price
We talk money when we sit down