DENiM (B) (feat. Joey Bada$$)

Uh-huh, uh
Check, check, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah

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 they 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 (Get 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 (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 bawlin' 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 (But we don't care)

Yeah, 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 grouches
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 they really do amount hit
The motherfuckin' fan (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 (Yeah)
Motherfucker, we don't care (Yeah, 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 might've died, but Joey still alive (I'm right here)
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 seen him sittin' there, scratch his name up off the chair
Motherfucker, we don't care, yeah (Haha)