Brrrr - Berner, Wiz Khalifa

Why they want me dead?

That’s cold

How they love me when my money get slow?

That’s cold

How we lose so many loads on the road?

That’s cold

BRRRR, brrrr

Two shows, more beautiful groves, that’s cold

All these diamonds on my neck in gold, that’s cold

All these bitches we fuck on the road, that’s cold

Brrrr, brrrr

Below 30, that’s ice cold

VVS’s with the white gold

I’m dumb flexin, and drunk textin

Tryna fly home with my eyes closed

Gin and drugs, we been the plug

Got big guns up in the club

Got an ice chest where my heart was

Blue bag full of dark bud

We road trippin and still drippin

Old school with the ceiling missing

That gin shot got me feeling different

Old ways, I still don’t listen

And they bark loud, till the bullit kiss 'm

I’m out late, on a crazy mission

Love the dope game, they just pay me different

In a big pool with 80 women

Made a hundred grand, then blew it off

Street cat, I been through it all

South cake, want two of those

Sell a pack, then go do a show

You need 16, call Hoolio

Real OG, that’s my city for

Mustang with the gold smoke

Don’t choak, then you don’t smoke

Too lifted, and we still smokin

Taylor Gang, you see the chain glowin

Big spot where my strane growin

Know my x bitch gon stay hoein

Big Bern got a new wave goin

When it touch down, bust that thang open

I need that, let me see that

Got 18, they 3 fat

Why they want me dead?

That’s cold

How they love me when my money get slow?

That’s cold

How we lose so many loads on the road?

That’s cold

BRRRR, brrrr

Two shows, more beautiful groves, that’s cold

All these diamonds on my neck in gold, that’s cold

All these bitches we fuck on the road, that’s cold

Brrrr, brrrr

Seen a lot, but I never change

Don’t ever change, I never change

Lotta family, and a lotta love

They have me, I’m their everything

When you’re down and out, you find out who really down for you

If you not a star, can’t come around

All my niggas hold me down

Holdin weed by the pound

Said they couldn’t see the vision, but I bet they can see it now

Takes a mission to be around

Since she love me, I beat it down

Every other week I’m in the clouds

I’m that nigga that you read about

Say you gonna hit me up, stick to the plan

Just left her man, goddamb

Doin the best that you can

Give him a rest, no hands

All your friends call me Wiz, but babygirl, you can call me Cam

Said she tired of that lame nigga, tryna get rid of her man

I can’t describe the feeling

I’m countin up them millions, with all my niggas I started with

They don’t make 'm like this, oh no

Everyday I’m lit, everywhere I go

Keep one lit, and another one rolled

Take bank trips, my pockets swole

Why they want me dead?

That’s cold

How they love me when my money get slow?

That’s cold

How we lose so many loads on the road?

That’s cold

BRRRR, brrrr

Two shows, more beautiful groves, that’s cold

All these diamonds on my neck in gold, that’s cold

All these bitches we fuck on the road, that’s cold

Brrrr, brrrr