Next Move Lyrics

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Conversations with the bros like every day, what's the next move?

Gutta blunt, I smoked it to the face, I'm in the best mood

Wake up with my mind up on the pape, I'll take a check too

Lately, I've been rappin' like the motherfuckin' rent due

I done fell in love with money, bitch, I feel like Mr. Krabs

Grown ass man still with your hand out, bitch, I ain't your dad, nigga

Girl, you fine don't waste my time, cause you know that her ass thicker

I'm addicted to this habit, I done fell in love with bad bitches

I'm like, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, while I throw these ones

I like Jamaicans, Puerto Ricans, and Latinas, everyone

Love the CVs, act like divas, cause they the best of the bunch

Put a beat on, get to eatin', treat these bitches like some crunch

My bro sleepin', he see demons, told him, go get right with God

Pull up speedin' in a Demon, I just pray I beat the odds

If I don't make it out the rap, I'm in a trap, or hittin' frauds

I told Banda, let's attack, these niggas whack, the world is ours

What's the next move?

When's the next check due?

Go roll up a blunt, fill it with gutta, you get the best mood

I been on a money run, I don't got time for stress boo

And I been on this music run, ain't even usin' pro tools

I can't wait to make it out and tell them, yeah, I told you

Jason, take a different route, you should go in and enroll school

Told 'em, I'm the ticket out this shit, I ain't gon' hold you

Just stay with your chest out and chin up, never let 'em hoe you