Night & Day-Berner/Wiz Khalifa/Problem

(Verse) This rap game to me is like a pot of gold Especially when it’s fat, I ain’t smoked more than I done sold Never fall, stay in my mode, bro it’s winning time A Rottweiler couldn’t keep me from the finish line And I’m scared of dogs but I ain’t scared of yall Slick and I’m a raw, livin life till our Father call Yea the money tall but it ain’t tall enough Say you want a thunder, what’s that number? I’ll call your bluff Takin shots, Blocka Blocka had a peer with it We in Vegas, ace of spaddin, play a deal with it Enemies turn frienemies once the real get it Don’t wanna hit yo joint if it ain’t chill in it Where’s a real ni**a? On my mama though Instant problem, no Twitter, better follow though You better follow us if you fallin though Money clothes, grindin 4, lot of chronic smoke (Hook) ‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day That’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away Don’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say I just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid They love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay Got all my haters man feelin some type a way (Verse) Tried to fallback from the gym but it ain’t work *s try to pull back, when they spinnin they pockets swerving Khalifa man, so many bars I should be tendin 68, soon as I start it you hear the engine It’s been a while since I done popped up But since I did my thing got big and wrist got rocked up My clothes off the runway, the labels let me do what I want And my money come as easy as Sunday Started out estate doing shows, now we leavin the country My *s got my back like gunplay I’m rollin up the most expensive w**d that I could find And if you lookin for me you can find me on my grind You *s steal the swag, it ain’t hard to tell it’s mine I’m rollin up them zags, it ain’t hard to smell it’s mine Ain’t opened up the back but so you could tell it’s fowl Like that spend 30 grand on a watch, I could tell the shine But don’t even tell the time (Hook) ‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day That’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away Don’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say I just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid They love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay Got all my haters man feelin some type a way (Verse) I tried to step away from the game, I couldn’t leave For the last 12 years I’ve been hustling w**d Ain’t a future in the game but there ain’t nothing for free A bunch friends turned phony, it ain’t nothing to me I’m getting cheese, pretty girl in Elize I’m in Belize in the baby blue ocean just enjoyin my trees Look I already made it, all this is a plus Take your fingertip and dip it in a bag full of dust Take a half a mill cash and bury it in my yard A lot of rappers go broke tryna be who we are All these cars out in front of my crib, look like a club But I don’t care about none of the fame, just give me tags All white gold with invisible set VVS stones growing all over my neck Getting rich and being broke’s like night and day I bet a bunch of haters wanna take my life away, aye! (Hook) ‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day That’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away Don’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say I just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid They love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay Got all my haters man feelin some type a way