A Couple lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]
Lighting up that sh*t, you know?
Let's go Bern, money time

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Plant it, grow it and then bag it up
Put it out on the dealer, roll it and hash it up
Six digits on the machine, n*gga
Came from a dirty ass hood but I'm a clean n*gga
Had to sell dope to get soap and some extra groceries
Outta my home, on my own, n*ggas know it's me
I learned life had it's ups and downs
Had to show them f*ck boys I ain't f*ck around
I took the hood like they gave it to me
I ain't order no food but most these n*ggas cater for me
I ain't speakin' on money, unless you f*ckin' save it for me
I ain't speakin' on love, unless you f*ckin' gave it to me
Lookin' at a jedi, lighting on J, thinkin' life should be a wave
But I'd probably miss my red eye
But I got the next flight bookin' you can bet I
Mr. get-the-job-done-right if you met I

[Chorus: Styles P]
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple landed, a couple shipped
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple landed, a couple shipped
[Verse 2: Berner]
This sh*t is pressure, make your lungs start hurtin'
My mouthpiece'll make your girl start workin'
All twenties in that duffel, sh*t is heavy
My dry room crazy, I can't wait 'til it's ready
Sour's by the truck, naw they ain't lock me up yet
Car full of killas, I get high when the guns click
I'm dumb rich
I'm ridin' dirty with a young b*tch
All I know is my life changed off of one flip
I used to cut bricks, now I flip rooms, I'm hidin' from task
Your favorite dope boy love me, I won't give him my math
I only touch the whole thing, I don't cut 'em in half
We get it there, count the money, then we smuggle it back
I turn five to a hundred, how you bubble like that?
I can change your whole life with hundred grand flat
This sh*t crazy, lookin' at my bust down
I'm outta town when they touch down, preach

[Chorus: Styles P]
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple landed, a couple shipped
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple landed, a couple shipped
[Verse 3: Berner & Styles P]
Outdoor season got your boy rich
A couple more years I'll hit the Forbes list
I left the gang, did a couple more flips
f*ck the middle man, we don't need to sort sh*t
Cut it down, freeze it all, no fake terps
Two bucks cheaper for the same work
They like Bern, what I gotta do?
Clean that money up 'fo we roll through (yeah)
Couple outdoors and a couple ins
You can be broke, catch up, get the mustard Benz
I don't lust pus*y but I lust a M
I, double L, I, O N
Take a hit, then I puff again, I'm up again
Word to my son and my homies, f*ck sufferin'
Custom cars, custom fit, keep the custom in
Word to BIG, I get that work through customs in
Ghost, n*gga

[Chorus: Styles P]
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple landed, a couple shipped
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple landed, a couple shipped