Zoey Dollaz - Couches lyrics

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 Don't 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