作词 : Jason Mills/Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott/Mario Luciano/Donte Lamar Perkins/Tobias Breuer/Derek Gamlam

作曲 : Jason Mills/Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott/Mario Luciano/Donte Lamar Perkins/Tobias Breuer/Derek Gamlam

Sittin' on cloud nine, but it's really my couch

Pierre Jeanneret's, the original ones

Not the one's they get for five hundred 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 b***h

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 b*****s, 'til I come and intercept

Now they ballin' for they b*****s

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

Mother****er, 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 realize the shittin' wish they really do amount here

The mother****in' fad 'cause-

I can never be the one tryna ball for these b*****s

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

Mother****er, we don't care, yeah

Sittin' on your whole year, but it's really my couch

Pierre Paulin's, this the original one

Cost fifty bands, all in, just to put in my house

The replica like fifteen, 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 b*****s

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

Mother****er, we don't care, yeah