How We Do It - SHORELINE MAFIA, Wiz Khalifa

Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids

I’m a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (Countin' racks up)

Ain’t like you other niggas, all my niggas really thuggin'

Can’t bring it in the club, so I was never into clubbin' (Ayy)

What you mean she ain’t got it?

(She ain’t got it)

We ain’t fuckin' 'less she got it, I need money outta pocket (Outta pockets)

You ain’t ballin', nigga, stop it

If I got it I’ma pop it, I’m in Neiman’s with my rocket (Fire, fire)

Thirty hangin' off my Off-White denim

Niggas politickin' and they feelin' like some children

Hella wave, baby, real niggas in the building

I’m tryna break your back, I ain’t really with the building (This is how we do

it)

Stealin', robbin', we want all the problems

Count a couple thousand then I stuff 'em in my Robins (Countin' racks up)

Bitch, made, I get money in six ways

These niggas switched lanes, stayed in mine, here the check came

This is how we do it

It’s Friday night

I poured three lines

The codeine’s here on the west side

So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up

Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup

Pop some Xans, now I’m faded

Count a hunnid bands up like, «Nigga, yeah, we made it»

Big body Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)

You can’t see through my tints (Tints)

I’ve been creepin' while you sleepin'

Finna shoot you and yo' mans

I mix molly with my Henn

I get geeked up, count my ends (Count 'em off)

If a nigga run up on me

Pull this thirty out my pants, uh (This is how we do it, okay)

Just got a big joint rolled up

My own liquor what I pour in my cup

I don’t got six bitches, I don’t show up

Seen the diamond chain, they go nuts

Brought ten bottles, I don’t think it’s enough

We run out, I got more in a trunk

Nigga talk down then a nigga get snuffed

Lotta joints gettin' rolled, lotta cones gettin' stuffed

I told my jeweler «Freeze my wrist up»

Wanna keep her on the team, then she gon' need cuffs

Cartier frames and my AP bussin'

Realest in the game, no, it ain’t no question

Hello, bitch, you don’t dress like me

Low-key wanna be just like me

I can pull up in a fresh white tee

Guaranteed every bitch in the party want me

Pulled up sittin' low in my seat

Smokin' on KK like a G

Bad bitch ridin' with me, she a freak

Smokin', drinkin', going hard all week, let’s go (This is how we do it)

This is how we do it (Haha)

It’s Friday night (Uh)

I poured three lines

The codeine’s here on the west side

So I reach for my liter, then I pour it up

Designate a driver, take the keys, not my cup

Pop some Xans, now I’m faded

Count a hunnid bands up like, «Nigga, yeah, we made it»