Next One (feat. Larry June)

The whole dream was to be in my Chevrolet, rolling up

Sunroof open with the oldies banging out the trunk

Living like I'm on the run, summer house for a month

Baby girl, why would I ever front?

Back in check, I pick up them lump sums

Ain't too many millionaires where I come from

Hold my stunting, that's why some want to grind for something

I don't cry about nothing, my whole life was hustling

Fuck you think this happened to me, fool? I ain't lucky

I get busy to the Benjis

Briefcase business, mind their opinion

Stack 'em up, bitch, they become dollars eventually

Little vodka, Simply Lemonade

I'm sipping in the shade them motherfuckers threw at me

Can't stand the fact I'm still cold and I look so fucking happy

'Cause I am, through and through, it's the truth

Not a ruse, I'm in the coupe

Push the button and we disappear the roof, poof

Too cold, can't hold

Where I'm going, can't go

Super glued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though

**** too cold, can't hold

Where I'm going, can't go

Super glued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though

****

Sticking and moving

Whole lot of game so these hoes is choosing

Folding up my clothes while I'm playing some music

Baby girl, please, can you make me a smoothie?

She got a boyfriend, but think I'm much cooler

Sweetie, hit me next time, I'm cool

Don't hit me with the square bare lies

I know that kitty is selling for the high

Ninth grade, when I first got some top

And ever since then, I like it a lot

And if I wasn't rapping, I'd be serving a knot

Sliding down Mase and I'm feeling alive

When I hit the scene they already know

Champagne bottles to the motherfucking floor

Crush some new shit four times in a row

D's and Vogues, hoes and goals

Too cold, can't hold

Where I'm going, can't go

Super glued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though

**** too cold, can't hold

Where I'm going, can't go

Super glued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though

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