Imported Couches

Mm

They said I'm one hit away from makin' it

I don't really give a fuck about it

I just do me

I just

I just do me

Uh

Aye, aye

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 **** back

I don't need you to pray for me

I know its hard, my ****

But you gotta keep going my ****, you know

Can't stop now, my ****

Gotta make it to the top, my ****

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

Aye, bitch, hand me that bottled 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 toots

Twenty four hours, so we heading to the diner

It's no better feeling when she sock it to my pocket

But them the old days

I'm just chilling on this imported couch, getting blazed

What's hannin', uh

Aye, aye

I done watched the whole game switch

And survived every wave of it

I know God got a **** back

I don't need you to pray for me

I know its hard, my ****

But you gotta keep going, my ****, you know

Can't stop now, my ****

Gotta make it to the top, my ****, uh