Imported Couches

歌詞

Mm They said I'm one hit away from makin' Phew, uh And I don't really give a fuck about it I just do me I just, I just do me Uh Ayy, ayy What you gon' do when them times get hard? What you gon' do when them checks stop comin'? That's not really an option, G with the options Got it all chocolate, Daytona watch But what you gon' do when them times get rough? What you gon' do when them hoes go left? (Left) I'm doin' Pilates You knew I had a bitch, why you actin' so snotty? Took the bitch hiking, Earth tone Maserati You askin' for a lot but you ain't got nothin' to offer Bitch, do you clean, do you cook, do you swallow? 'Cause all I really see is an Instagram model Fuck I look like takin' your broke ass shoppin'? You don't even make music why you at this Grammy party (Grammy party) Uh, that's why you never see me out I be lookin' at the ocean on this imported couch What's happenin'? Uh (Uh) I done watched the whole game switch (The whole game switch) And survived every wave of it (Every wave of it) I know God got a nigga back (Got a nigga back) I don't need you to pray for me (Pray for me) I know it's hard, my nigga But you gotta keep goin', my nigga, you know? Can't stop now, my nigga Gotta make it to the top, my nigga This time around, man, I'm doin' it for me This time around, we comin' for everything Shit hit different when you got it out the streets You can be here, be gone by next week (Ayy, bitch, hand me that water bottle right quick) An out call in Petaluma An '02 Benz, rockin' Nike Tech suits Send that code word, let me know when you through It's six in the morning, had the trick doin' two's Twenty four hours, so we headin' to the diner It's not better feeling than when she sock it to my pocket (Sock it to my pocket) But them the old days I'm just chillin' on this imported couch, gettin' blazed What's happenin'? Uh (Uh) Ayy, ayy I done watched the whole game switch (The whole game switch) And survived every wave of it (Every wave of it) I know God got a nigga back (Got a nigga back) I don't need you to pray for me (Pray for me) I know it's hard, my nigga But you gotta keep goin', my nigga, you know? Can't stop now, my nigga Gotta make it to the top, my nigga So I got this funny story and shit, man Had this homie, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? He fresh out the, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? The slammer and shit He sent me a verse, but when I meet him, like, it's cool I fuck with him when I get some time I'ma fuck around, you understand? Circled back in a couple months Holler at him like, "How the album go?" Said he quit rappin' 'cause I ain't send the verse See, that's the shit I be talkin' 'bout, my man I done watched this whole shit switch, man But I'ma sit on this mothafuckin imported couch, man Sip this orange juice And bitch, put the—, bitch, sit yo' ass down, shorty Hey, babe