Couches

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave Chapelle Skit] Got an eye problem Eddie? You don't like that Eddie? You don't like my feet on your couch? On your coffee table? Huh? Fuck yo' couch nigga! Fuck yo' couch Jahlil Beats, holla at me [Hook] We step up in the club, fucking up the couches Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles We ain't standing on the floor, fucking up the couches Club gon' swole, fucking up the couches DJ on go, fucking up the couches I'm in here with my zoes, fucking up the couches What we doing? Fucking up the couches, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches [Verse 1] Okay, standing on the couches screaming fuck the bouncer Shmoney dancing on the sofa, feeling like I'm Bobby Order up some bottles for the niggas 'round me Bad bitches falling through, niggas catching bodies Screaming fuck the other side, fuck the other side You got a problem with my niggas, it's a homicide Them zoes banging red and blue and they down to ride You niggas better think about it 'fore you niggas try Niggas hating in the club, we make it rain on 'em We gon' take a nigga bitch and put the chain on her We gon' play with the mind and run a game on her And take shawty to the crib, put the pain on her [Hook] We step up in the club, fucking up the couches Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles We ain't standing on the floor, fucking up the couches Club on' swole, fucking up the couches DJ on go, fucking up the couches I'm in here with my zoes, fucking up the couches What we doing? Fucking up the couches, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches [Verse 2] Okay, 100 bottles, 100 niggas, Oh yeah we mobbing Jumping on couches, looking at bouncers like we wilding Spending money, blowing cheques, we getting lit And my haters see the watch across the room, flick of the wrist All my niggas strapped, all my niggas jewelled up Whole squad screaming gang, gang, nigga that's us We Don't need no security, nigga back up And I pray to God none of you niggas Dont act up I'm in the club, I'm just standing on the couches A young bitch with me rolling up some ounces 100 deep, we take over VIP Whole gang with me, and we screaming FBG [Hook] We step up in the club, fucking up the couches Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles We ain't standing on the floor, fucking up the couches Club gon' swole, fucking up the couches DJ on go, fucking up the couches I'm in here with my zone, fucking up the couches What we doing? Fucking up the couches, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches