Imported Couches

Mh They said I'm one hit away from makin' it, uh I don't really give a fuck about it I just do me, I just I just do me Uh (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) What you gon' do when them times get hard? What you gon' do when them checks stop coming? That's not really a 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? I'm doing pilates You knew I had a bitch, why you acting so snotty? Took the bitch hiking, earth tone Maserati You asking for a lot but you ain't got nothing 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 taking your broke-ass shopping You don't even make music, why you at this Grammy party? (Uh) That's why you never see me out I be looking at the ocean on this imported couch What's happening? (Uh) I done watched the whole game switch And survived every wave of it I know God got a nigga back I don't need you to pray for me I know it's hard, my nigga But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know Can't stop now, my nigga Gotta make it to the top, my nigga This time around, man, I'm doing it for me This time around we coming for everything Shit hit different when you got it out the streets You can be here, then gone by next week (Ay, bitch, hand me that bottle of water right quick) An out call in Petaluma A '02 Benz, rocking Nike Tech suits Send that code word, let me know when you through It's six in the morning had the trick doing two's Twenty-four hours so we heading to the diner It's not better feeling than when she sock it to my pocket But them the old days I'm just chilling on this imported couch getting blazed What's happenin'? Uh (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) I done watched the whole game switch And survived every wave of it I know God got a nigga back I don't need you to pray for me I know it's hard, my nigga But you gotta keep going, my nigga, you know Can't stop now, my nigga Gotta make it to the top, my nigga, uh 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 said he needed a verse, you nah I mean I'm like it's cool, fucking with it When I get some time I'ma fuck around, you understand? Circled back couple months Holla 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, bruh 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 Show how the dance go Hey, babe