Lyrics Couple Dollars - Styles P

Whoa
Whoa!
I just get a couple dollars, couple joints
Couple spots, couple of my friends
They gon' get a couple drinks, couple girls
Couple hammers 'case they get it in
I just get a couple dollars, couple joints
Couple spots, couple of my friends
They gon' get a couple drinks, couple girls
Couple hammers 'case they get it in
I just wanna light bop, I just wanna two-step
I just wanna get high, I ain't tryna do sh*t
Familiar with the old sh*t, not with the new sh*t
If I don't like the music, shot then it's deuces
Back to the parkin' lot, hop in the exclusive
Headed to the hood where the n*ggas act ruthless
Weavin' through the traffic, [?] lookin' [?]
I don't give a sh*t, I smoke, I'ma still leave the ashes
All I see is money but I still need some glasses
N*ggas say they hood but they still need some passes
I'm still high as giraffe asses
I'm still gettin' the last laugh in
I just get a couple dollars, couple joints
Couple spots, couple of my friends
They gon' get a couple drinks, couple girls
Couple hammers 'case they get it in
I just get a couple dollars, couple joints
Couple spots, couple of my friends
They gon' get a couple drinks, couple girls
Couple hammers 'case they get it in
I am on a great one, I don't mean a treadmill
I am on some woke sh*t, forgot how the bed feel
I am what you get you mix the blue and the red pill
I could run on ice and not slip, sh*t is dead real
I could dodge rain drops, I could duck snow flurries
Your favorite rapper is so worried
I'ma juice n*gga, I probably blend 'em like Mulberries
Burn 'em like Malberg when I shoot 'em like Mawberg
Maybe the other Steph, another step you up on the roof
Swear to God, hope you made of some rubber sh*t
S-P the Ghost, yeah, I stay on some other sh*t
I got a buncha Styles, n*gga, word to my government
I just get a couple dollars, couple joints
Couple spots, couple of my friends
They gon' get a couple drinks, couple girls
Couple hammers 'case they get it in
I just get a couple dollars, couple joints
Couple spots, couple of my friends
They gon' get a couple drinks, couple girls
Couple hammers 'case they get it in
I'ma kill the last eight, sh*t, you thought I'm slippin'?
Man, I thought get the drift from the sh*t I said the last tape
Me? I'm like Dutch, you are just a Billy Bathgate
Ride with me, probably find a finger the ashtray
Machine pull the sh*t out, gon' kill these n*ggas halfway
Meanin' they dead but they ain't dead
F*ckin' with me, they just brain dead
They ain't sayin' no sh*t that I ain't said
Stay lightin' the strings, yeah, I'm a gang head
Ghost