Miss Me

[Intro: Berner] Wiz, what's up, boy? Some next level shit Yeah Khalifa man Oh, but you didn't know? Big boss shit Hey, hey Yeah [Verse 1: Berner] Real shit on my own hype Las Vegas, we got four-thousand grow lights This year I'm catchin' more flights They don't even rock they own ice I buried money and I pray it don't rot Thank God I wasn't home when they raided my spot I'm best friends with my FoodSaver (Where my vacuum seal at?) Monterey county, I just grabbed a whole acre I'm so tailored, you can smell it in the air I leave the club with all the bitches, fuck it, life isn't fair (Don't be mad) They say it's a problem but I be everywhere I'm in a foreign smokin' orange and the police they don't care (They don't care) Miami bitches call me daddy, I got Asians girls in my hotel on candy (They on blow) In the early two-thousands, I had purple by the truck Back then I outta town 'em Yeah [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Spend it all and I'm gon' get it back Goin' all out, I don't ever relax Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh no, they can miss me with that Oh no, they can miss me with that Yeah, yeah, yeah Send it all and we gon' get the pack We the first ones, ain't gon' be the last Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh no, they can miss me with that Oh no, they can miss me with that Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I'm with my dawgs in the latest of fashion Niggas hatin' on me 'cause my status I been goin' so hard every day I'm in the studio trappin' When you work for it, dawg, it'll happen I done put a lotta zeros in my bank account, no, it ain't magic Lost some homies in the struggle, that's tragic I done put my family on now they seen I'm smart because of my tactics Love my squad, I got everything tatted I got homies that I used to ride with that they say that they ratted Hit my phone and I'm sayin' what happened I got niggas in the streets when there's beef and you see 'em, they clappin' I'm just tryna stay focused, I don't need no distraction [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Spend it all and I'm gon' get it back Goin' all out, I don't ever relax Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh no, they can miss me with that Oh no, they can miss me with that Yeah, yeah, yeah Send it all and we gon' get the pack We the first ones, ain't gon' be the last Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh no, they can miss me with that Oh no, they can miss me with that Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Styles P] Ghost Blowin' on burner, cookies and cake You can get hit with the zip or the tre-eight I could blow the bag and get it back in the same day I would send the packs in the '90s, back in the haze days Got my second whiff off a piff, it was grade-A When you could six for the pound, those was the heydays I smoke plants and I eat plants Bop with a joint in my hand, that's the cheap dance I told Berner and Wiz, I'ma whiz with the burner If it ain't hedgefund money, that shit don't concern us What the cash don't get, know the credit get Before the bank, I got thang on the arm for gangster etiquette Southside predicate, Westside dope house Know I'm just an entrepaneur that likes to float out Sellin' juice, veggies and fruit, pushin' hope out Facts, no alternative facts, we get smoked out [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Spend it all and I'm gon' get it back Goin' all out, I don't ever relax Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh no, they can miss me with that Oh no, they can miss me with that Yeah, yeah, yeah Send it all and we gon' get the pack We the first ones, ain't gon' be the last Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh no, they can miss me with that Oh no, they can miss me with that Yeah, yeah, yeah