Letra Lovin' me Berner

Lovin' me

Yeah
Oh this a Nor Cal situation
From the city of trees to the SFC
Ha

Trash bag full of dirty bills
So two mill to the IRS
I sent two trucks down
I'ma fly the rest on a private jet
She's turnt out and burnt out
In the hotel by the airport
Why her pinky nail dirty?
I guess her daddy was never there for her
Bulletproof trucks (Bulletproof trucks)
Europeans, too (Europeans, too)
They tried steppin' on my toes (Steppin' on my toes)
And dirtyin' my shoes
Fuck a side play, I'm still boastin'
I'm thirty thou' up, still smokin'
My old spot is still goin'
Bern got cats that'll kill for him
Bern last bitch made a mill for him
My bottom bitch she's too nice
In the Maybach with the blue lights
Smoke two more 'fore I shoot dice
I love to do crime, hard to do right
I got a cannon on me, won't jam on me
I'm out in Arizona, hundred grand on me
Plus this bag just landed on me
It's real shit, yeah

I be in the cash, I prefer it fast (Yeah)
Denim filled with green, no I don't play in grass (Yeah)
They say ain't no love in these streets
So tell me why they lovin' me
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me why they lovin' me
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me why they lovin' me

Fella, fella, Mr. Mozzarella
Off painkillers, just popped a yella
No pump fakin', into poppin' melons
"Be bool, bloods" what my mama tell us
Got a new bitch, the little mama jealous
Disappointed in you niggas tellin'-tellin'
No misdemeanor, we convicted felons
On my first charge I had to sit for sellin' that yayo
Used to put six ounces in the Faygo
They gave six counts for that Drako
Be in them jurisdictions where you can't go
They know the mail game, them niggas 'bout it
Send a deposit, bitch, I'm on the way
Check on my little brother every day
Just flew him out to put him on a play
Where I used to stay, dyin' everyday
So I made a way for niggas tryna escape
I went to get it, wasn't tryna wait
See all the tattoos on his face?
Them for the homies he lost
And that's for the pain he endured
I'm from the gang, I assure you
I just wanna bang until I'm torched
I just wanna bang until I'm torched

I be in the cash, I prefer it fast (Yeah)
Denim filled with green, no I don't play in grass (Yeah)
They say ain't no love in these streets
So tell me why they lovin' me
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me why they lovin' me
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me why they lovin' me
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me why they lovin' me
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me why they lovin' me