Couches - Zoey Dollaz

Got an eye problem Eddie?

You don’t like that Eddie?

You don’t like my feet on your couch?

On your coffee table?

Huh?

Fuck yo' couch nigga!

Fuck yo' couch

Jahlil Beats, holla at me

We step up in the club, fucking up the couches

Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles

We ain’t standing on the floor, fucking up the couches

Club gon' swole, fucking up the couches

DJ on go, fucking up the couches

I’m in here with my zoes, fucking up the couches

What we doing?

Fucking up the couches, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Okay, standing on the couches screaming fuck the bouncer

Shmoney dancing on the sofa, feeling like I’m Bobby

Order up some bottles for the niggas 'round me

Bad bitches falling through, niggas catching bodies

Screaming fuck the other side, fuck the other side

You got a problem with my niggas, it’s a homicide

Them zoes banging red and blue and they down to ride

You niggas better think about it 'fore you niggas try

Niggas hating in the club, we make it rain on 'em

We gon' take a nigga bitch and put the chain on her

We gon' play with the mind and run a game on her

And take shawty to the crib, put the pain on her

We step up in the club, fucking up the couches

Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles

We ain’t standing on the floor, fucking up the couches

Club on' swole, fucking up the couches

DJ on go, fucking up the couches

I’m in here with my zoes, fucking up the couches

What we doing?

Fucking up the couches, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Okay, 100 bottles, 100 niggas, Oh yeah we mobbing

Jumping on couches, looking at bouncers like we wilding

Spending money, blowing cheques, we getting lit

And my haters see the watch across the room, flick of the wrist

All my niggas strapped, all my niggas jewelled up

Whole squad screaming gang, gang, nigga that’s us

We Don’t need no security, nigga back up

And I pray to God none of you niggas Dont act up

I’m in the club, I’m just standing on the couches

A young bitch with me rolling up some ounces

100 deep, we take over VIP

Whole gang with me, and we screaming FBG

We step up in the club, fucking up the couches

Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles

We ain’t standing on the floor, fucking up the couches

Club gon' swole, fucking up the couches

DJ on go, fucking up the couches

I’m in here with my zone, fucking up the couches

What we doing?

Fucking up the couches, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches

Fucking up the couch, fucking up the couches