Questions? Lyrics

What's next

Rollie

Two toned

Maybe

Roadster

Rover

High class

Cedes

Single

Dating

How bout

Pay me

Grinding

Focused

Count up

Daily

Truthfully don't wanna mess with no messy bitch

Don't know 'bout fashion, pronouncing it Vetement

Stealing my cadences, hope I get credited

Bitch is a baddy, your shorty was edited

Fische is outside, baby go let him in

Old hoe want info, I'm being so reticent

Staying on go like my homie said ready, set

Thinking bout money too much want a hunnid bands

Once I get that imma double that

Mommy said honey wish you would just quit the rap

Couldn't consider that

Sitting complaining, think bout how you'll get it back

Same niggas trapping them nickel sacks

Saving my dividends need me another rack

Damn, bought me another pack

Really it's all about timing

Gotta be clearer when niggas is rhyming

Rough round the edges, but still I be shining

Pressure applying, I'm making a diamond

Wait, you know how I'm bumming

Cause you a dub doesn't mean that I fronted

Prolly was putting my dick her stomach

What's next

Rollie

Two toned

Maybe

Roadster

Rover

High class

Cedes

Single

Dating

How bout

Pay me

Grinding

Focused

Count up

Daily

Tat on my wrist, I act like it's a Patek

Fur on my jacket, some orange to match it

I'm doing the most while I switch up my status

Shit, mixing this song while I'm manic

Fische, finished a beat, I start rappin

Eight AM don't think I'm eating my breakfast

Don't hop on my wave when you see where I'm headed

Back out and spill on her butt when I wet it

She still want me now, tell that girl to forget it

Ran outta options, I ran up some Benjis

Basil on top of my sauce and spaghetti

Prayed for a spot and went harder than ever

Stomach in knots, should've finished my breakfast

Hold me down once and I never forget it

A loyalty preference forever indebted, indebted

What's next

Rollie

Two toned

Maybe

Roadster

Rover

High class

Cedes

Single

Dating

How bout

Pay me

Grinding

Focused

Count up

Daily