Telephone lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Verse 1: 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 he handed me a hundred-thousand dollars for some weed
It was me, Niice, 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 p*ss 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*ck it though
They can pull me off the plane and try to run up in my home
You know I stay ready, nothing 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 dope boy, Bern'll never switch
OT, tryna' sweat a b*tch
Cookie bag, full of dead presidents
Ridin' with a cannon big enough to kill an elephant
[Hook: Berner]
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
Triple wrap each one right before we ship
Why they catch 'em and they let 'em go?
They talkin' crazy on my telephone

[Verse 2: Berner]
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*ck 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 marijuana products
In the grill, choppin' game with Jamaican farmers
Prayin' it don't rain, I'm waitin' for my harvest
[Hook: Berner]
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
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