This is how we do it
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (countin' racks up)
And like you other niggas, all my niggas really thuggin'
Can't bring it in the club so I was never into clubbin'
What you mean she ain't got it? (She ain't got it)
We ain't fuckin' 'less she got it
I need money out her pockets (out her pockets)
You ain't ballin', nigga, stop it
If I got it, I'ma pop it, I'm in Neiman's with my rocket
.30 hangin' off my Off-White denim
Niggas 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
These niggas switch lanes, they the Mafia gang
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, not my cup
Pop some Xans, now I'm faded
Count a hunnid bands up, like, "nigga, yeah we made it"
Big body Benz (skrrt)
You can't see through my tints
I've been creepin' while you sleepin'
Finna shoot you and your mans
I mix molly with my hand
I get geeked up, count my Ms (pop the Mollies)
If a nigga run up on me, pull this .30 out my pants (okay)
Just got a big joint 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, I got Moet in the trunk
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 on the 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
Low-key wanna be just like me
I can pull up in a fresh white tee
Guaranteed every bitch in the party want me
Pull 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
It's Friday night (uh)
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, not my cup
Pop some Xans, now I'm faded
Count a hunnid bands up, like, "nigga, yeah we made it"
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Deangelo Smith, Fenix Rypinski, Montell Jordan, Oji Pierce
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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