DENiM

Sittin' on cloud nine, but it's really my couch Pierre Jeanneret's, the original ones Not the one's they get for 500 to dress up their house I'm single, boy, single boy No girl or no spouse Crib be quiet as a mouse Don't smoke, but I could make it loud With the push of a text, I'm textin' your bitch She exit your shit to push up and get hit I need to tone it down The neighbor's complainin' The HOA sayin', I'm sayin I don't know what they sayin' I'm never in town Don't disrespect my intellect My GLS be at the intersection when we intersect She look like she innocent, I'ma change it in a sec' Niggas ballin' for they bitches, 'til I come and intercept Now they ballin' for they bitches Devin Booker with the tears Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air Yeah, we see you sittin' there, but your name ain't on this chair Motherfucker, we don't care I put my cheddar where my mouth is, just to keep my mouth fed Thought the green would get respect, but all I got was Grouch's Niggas gettin' grumpy 'cause they can't relate, it's funny How they use their energy for winnin' on the hate But when they see my clique, they turn to mouses I show you how my clout hit, every time your doubt hit And you realize the shit in which you really do Amount hit the motherfuckin' fan 'cause- I can never be the one tryna ball for these bitches Devin Booker with the tears Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air Yeah, we see you sittin' there, but your name ain't on this chair Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah Sittin' on your whole year, but it's really my couch Pierre Paulin's, this the original one Cost 50 bands, all in, just to put in my house The replica like 15, you can check the amount If we ain't talkin' money, IDK, what we talkin' about? Fly shit, the house came with wings, nigga They ain't laughin' at your dreams, then you gotta dream bigger I seen niggas talkin' down when I was down, now I'm up Copped the 911, just to tell these niggas "Eat my dust" Keep a heater tucked for niggas sneakin' up, he think he tough If he try my hand, then I'ma call his bluff, no, I don't believe in luck Try to slime me out, I wipe his nose like his shit was stuffed The jig is up I'm the big dog, you just a little pup Nigga, what? I'm back outside, never been one to hide Streets say "Unique minded die", but Joey still alive I'm done playin' games with you niggas Ain't lettin' nothin' slide, what's the vibe? I can never be the one tryna ball for these bitches Devin Booker with the tears Cotton flower jeans, to show you the spring in the air Yeah, we him sittin' there, scratch his name up off the chair Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah