Berner - Shut Up lyrics

[Intro: Problem] Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up All that talking ain't making no bread [Verse 1: Berner] You ain't got no money, b**h shut up, I'm in the nightclub rolling bud up She wants me to f** without a rubber, man she got three kids and she wants to have another Not me, a no way, I need a dime piece b**h that pay Rosé, no thanks, I'm on this Ace and this cold Bombay b**h this gold chain weigh a little more than 16 zippers, Freshko hoodie, LV slippers All this molly and all these strippers, let me smoke my joint and keep that swisher Coke flipper, I f** a gold digger, I'm a Bay boy baby yeah a real go getter Someone better tell this b**h shut up cause talking like that'll get her boyfriend cut up [Hook: Problem] Shut up, shut up, all that talking ain't making no bread Feeling myself, so it ain't no f**ing if you ain't giving head So tell that b**h shut up, tell that n***a shut up Tell that b**h shut up, tell that n***a shut up All that yapping, ain't no action Get it cracking if you tryna make it happen, b**h shut up [Verse 2: Problem] Wearing leggings with no a**, that's like going to the mall with no cash So like, switch it up, check how a n***a drop it, now pick it up Pick it up, dig it up, do your thing b**h, go against us, it's f** you, who you came with Club be the big spot, ain't talking stains b**h, bottle popping, fire topping, lighting up the chain b**h Money talk is the language, understand me? You better listen when I talk, like a granny Baby's pants going down, no hand me, mark n***as acting p**y with a dick, hella tranny Fans love to fan me, fans love to fan me, n***as jump ship we got for Heat, no Miami Diamond Lane the family, problem's the name, licky licky licky, now she glad that she came, can you s**a n***as please? [Hook: Problem] Shut up, shut up, all that talking ain't making no bread Feeling myself, so it ain't no f**ing if you ain't giving head So tell that b**h shut up, tell that n***a shut up Tell that b**h shut up, tell that n***a shut up All that yapping, ain't no action Get it cracking if you tryna make it happen, b**h shut up [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Shut up, money too long, looking for a doodoo momma that I can just poop on Weed too strong, I'm tryna get that p**y, when you talking to a don don't be talking too long Mouth closed, don't speak, stunting on the b**h, gold teeth Pop molly, no sleep, she been going hard like four weeks I steal hoes, 35 mil hoes, said she wanna kick it, all good like a field goal 25k that's a earlobe, 25 mil in a year though My money on another level, I don't buy my girl shoes, bought my b**h a pedal Vroom vroom, that Ferrari just match the Stilletos and if she just wanna eat some p**y, I'mma let her, yikes [Hook: Problem] Shut up, shut up, all that talking ain't making no bread Feeling myself, so it ain't no f**ing if you ain't giving head So tell that b**h shut up, tell that n***a shut up Tell that b**h shut up, tell that n***a shut up All that yapping, ain't no action Get it cracking if you tryna make it happen, b**h shut up