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
