Styles P (Intro) Lighting up that shit you know? Let's go Bern, money time
Styles P (Verse 1)
Plant it, grow it and then bag it up
Put it out on the dealer, roll it and hash it up
6 digits on the machine n****
Came from a dirty ass hood but I'ma clean n****
Had to sell dope to get soap and some extra groceries
Outta my home, on my own, n***** know it's me
I learned life had it's ups and downs
Had to show them fuck boys I ain't fuck around
I took the hood like they gave it to me
I ain't order no food but most these n***** cater for me
I ain't speaking on money, unless you fucking save it to me
I ain't speaking on love, unless you fucking gave it to me
Looking at a jedi, lighting on J, thinking life should be a way 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
Styles P (Chorus 2x)
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple land a couple ship
Berner (Verse 2)
This shit is pressure, make your lungs start hurting
My mouthpiece will make your girl start working
All 20's in the duffle, shit is heavy
My dry room is 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 riding dirty with a young bitch
All I know is my life changed off of one flip
I use to cut bricks now I flip rooms I'm hiding 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 there and count the money and then we smuggle it back
I turn 5 to 100 how you bubble like that?
I can change your whole life with 100 flat
This shit crazy, looking at my bust down
I'm outta town when they touch down, preach
Styles P (Chorus 2x)
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple land a couple ship
Berner (Verse 3)
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
Fuck the middle man, we don't need to sort shit
Cut it down, freeze it all, no fake terps
2 bucks cheaper for the same work
They like Bern, what I gotta do?
Clean that money 'fo we roll through
Styles (Verse 2)
Couple outdoors and a couple ins
You can be broke, catch up get the mustard benz
I don't lust pussy 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 fuck suffering
Custom cars, custom fit, keep the custom in
Word to BIG, I get that work through customs in
Styles P (Chorus 2x)
All I ever knew was a couple flips
A couple outdoors and a couple ins
A couple pounds and a couple zips
A couple land a couple ship
