All We Do

[Verse 1: Berner] Man it's been so long (Man it's been so long) Shit runnin' through my mind Am I runnin' out of time? Quick road trip, move a hundred at a time Three cellphones, I'mma need another line When them trucks pull up, yeah, it's money on the line Man, this shit's too easy Cut a little square of the block My hand on the Glock If it pop off, he gon' be bleedin' We just wanna smoke and chill Touched down with another load to sell You don't have weight, you don't hold forreal I just pulled down in the Oakland hills I just pulled up in a, coke white, drop with the floor lights Three girls at once, that's tour life Real plugs say, "Bern we need your price" Cut blow, double up, buy more ice Still in the streets with the work for low I got rich way back off purple smoke I brought a big ass bag full of herb to roll I might flex on a bitch, yeah, curve a hoe Frisco, baby, that's where I'm from We ride old schools, race cars for fun I got a whole house full, you should cop you some I get a crazy ass rush when I knock me some [Hook x2] All we do is roll some joints and smoke until the sun come up All we do is grind all day and try to get the money up All we do is hit the club and tell some bitches come with us Party and get high [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Don't hop in the whip if your not down to show shit Im with TGOD all my bros here Ain't worried about your man, don't go there We can smoke all day and go nowhere Girl i'm so player, I get high all day Deposit them checks all my guys getting paid No time for the stress i'm just trying to get laid And ya'll niggas ain't got, no deals No meals, no snowmobiles, so chill, i'm so real No bills, just smoke don't choke but your hoe will I just made a play today, I just might drop a new day to day Smoking weed ballin' in a major way Young rich nigga thats safe to say Bitch want to fuck with me cause i'm ballin' Knowing that I won't call in the morning Whole lot of kush never have a shortage Whole lot of bank and my bitch is gorgeous Whole lot of niggas so my section packed Whole lots of whips with the top going back Taylor Gang niggas on top thats facts Niggas still ain't need to stop all that [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Juicy J] All we do is get money then we celebrate Roll a lot of weed then we elevate Money on my mind when I elevate When it comes to gettin' cash i don't hesitate See I got a city view for my pent house When I want to take a cruise pull a bent out When I got an old school and her titty out Tell them close them all down imma rent it out See ya girl want to meet me at my bake sell Say you got your own lock but I can't tell Niggas think I can't tell that they fake as hell Know a couple young niggas send it through the mail The beat might stop but your hoe don't Money don't stop cause the flow don't I'm the type of nigga that your hoe won't You the type of nigga that a hoe don't Want to fuck with, get stuck with You the type of nigga on some sucka shit Im the type of nigga never love a bitch Im just tryna get money i'm on some other shit Smoking propane getting brain from your main thang Spitting game switching lane to lane in that new mustang [Hook x2]