King Chip - Couple Dollas lyrics

And we just out here Tryna make a couple dollas Couple dollas, a couple dollas We just out here Tryna get a couple dollas Couple dollas, na don't want no problems We just out here Tryna get a couple dollas Couple dollas, a couple dollas We just out here Tryna get a couple dolllllas Verse 1 (Chip tha Ripper) I know, I know I switch my number like my drawers Potholes in the road Be the same as them cars I be gettin from them spontaneous Miscellaneous n***as talkin' bout how bad That they tryna be famous and Me I'm tryna be filled With cheese like them danishes But, I hustle hard While you beggin' and complainin' when n***as ain't got nothin' for you dawg Get your own sh** Young n***as on some grown sh** Droppin' cold sh** f**in' up the world On that pinky and the brain sh** Young n***as on the same sh** n***as brainless Scarecrow, tinman Big joke, sinbad Lets go Turn my XO's in that swim fan??? Wet bottom of the net Droppin' buckets on Hatin' hoes kickin' in your door Who the f** is home Now I'm 'bout to make a sandwich in this b**h Punchin' n***as out rightin' fools on christmas? Chorus And we just out here Tryna make a couple dollas Couple dollas, a couple dollas We just out here Tryna get a couple dollas Couple dollas, na don't want no problems I just wanna puff a little diesel While I'm f**in' with my people b**h I do this for my people I just wanna puff a little diesel While I'm f**in' with my people Verse 2 (Chip tha Ripper) I know, I know Now I'm hollywood cuz I'm poppin' Saw me at the mall coppin' I ain't even stop and chop it I just threw the deuce up And kept truckin' to them ends Why you think the word friend Got end at the end? n***a dwell on that sh** I wake and bake Like it was Kellog breakfast Ya'll n***as robots Just do what the next did Why you think I don't ride it on necklace??? The best is the n***a who ain't never satisfied But only do it with pride And titty is what you grind Ya'll n***as be lyin' The swag ready to five My raps ahead of their time Cuz stacks ahead of my mind Money, power, respect The lames even know I'm talkin' snow, sweet jays, jones On you hoes Here we go hip-hop Just walk up out the coma Now she goes right in my sh** n***a it's over Chorus Verse 3 (Skooda Chose) Well ain't we all dawg? Ima start erasin' these lames Without my call log Cuz when ya'll are needin' some change Is when ya'll call That's why I see ya f**in' numbers on the screen Shake my head and say “oh na” Still tryna make that dollar Out of that fifteen Big dreams while most have their eyes closed Mitch Green After the Tyson brawl Life's a gamble but I'm in it Long as the dice involved School of the greatest mental cake??? Took the icing off Waited then I ate it later Some n***as hate it That I made the papers Like a year later I made the fader X's to double X Used to play that Cleveland Brown Hooptie tricks with the double fresh n***as mad I'm in a gang With a double check? That's cuz I paid the ref Now couldn't save yourself With the hate in your eyes Oh n***a save your breath Cuz broke n***as is out of quarters Cuz they played themselves Chorus