Telephone

Telephone （話）（）-Berner
Burn a half a pound in my suite
Pull the room down no white mold on my leaf
Outta town they four-grand each
Let this work speak for me wrist cold as the streets
Remember in december back in 2003
When they handed me a hundred-thousand dollars for some w**d
It was me nice black and fee
Sauce in the back breaking down sweets
My heart's cold too many had to leave
It's hard to fall asleep
We talk often in my dreams
I want you here I don't care if you're lookin'down
They smell the purple piss everytime I pull around
Real city boy they love your boy in the town
Houston atlanta now I'm vegas bound
Money in my carry-on f**k it though
They can pull me off the plane and try to run up in my home
You know I stay ready knowin'where my daughter sleeps
These dudes crying broke really they don't wanna eat
I took a hundred p's sold it in a half hour
And pulled ten pounds off one plant of sour
Real d**e boy bern'll never switched
Ot tryna sweat a b**ch
Cookie bag full of dead presidents
Ridin'with a cannon big enough to kill an elephant
This the life we chose
Long nights pretty hoes
Hard white outdoor for the low
Cash out re -up let em'go
They talkin'crazy on my telephone
This the way we live
Crazy all the sh*t we did
Tripple wrap each one right before we ship
Why they catch em'and they let em go
They talkin'crazy on my telephone
Man I just made four-mil
Pull down indoor grow room sell the whole field
In october I sent trucks up the hill
Let em'go for sixteen give a f**k how you feel
Uh yeah I'm done playin'with the mail
In california they're for sell
If you send em'and you fail who you blaming
How many folders is my name in
I'm duckin'd e a agents while we high-sidin'
Float around in foreign vehicles
Back to back euro sh*t I got a whole fleet of em'
Three hundred pounds in l a sh*t I'm leavin'em'
With b-real I'll pick up the money in a week or two
This the sh*t kings do
I promise all my stones'flawless
I got rich from m*******a products
In the grill choppin'game with jamaican farmers
Prayin'it don't rain I'm waitin 'for my harvest
This the life we chose
Long nights pretty hoes
Hard white outdoor for the low
Cash out re-up let em'go
They talkin'crazy on my telephone
This the way we live
Crazy all the sh*t we did
Tripple wrap each one right before we ship
Why they catch em'and they let em go
They talkin'crazy on my telephone