Next Up Lyrics

Yeah

Haha

Yeah

Made this in twenty minutes again

Think I'm on a roll

In love with the money

A nigga gettin' too damn comfy

Baby know I'm dripped out like a fresh prince

Dripping' like Dasani

But you won't know

This song gon be on repeat

Now I'm in this hoe

This bitch want to suck on my meat

I just been in my bag

Outta control

Imma been feeling' jet lag

Been going too slow

In love with the money

A nigga gettin' too damn comfy

Baby know I'm dripped out like a fresh prince

Dripping' like Dasani

But you won't know

This song gon be on repeat

Now I'm in this hoe

This bitch want to suck on my meat

I'm sorry I'm sorry

I'm just married to the money

The Cartier watches

Hell yeah I'm doing me yeah

Let me get it started

Gimmie my money

Fives, tens, twentys, hundreds

When I'm with the gang I ain't pullin' no punches

Looking like a donut with a hole in ya tummy

I'm just acting up, uh

Roll the weed up and match me up, uh

Just tryna have good vibes

So don't mess up my high

I know that they need me

Bad bitches got me on they D-List

I'm like a drug they need me

They know that they feenin'

Come around when they see me

But when I'm not there they speechless

They all talk but I know am

In love with the money

A nigga gettin' too damn comfy

Baby know I'm dripped out like a fresh prince

Dripping' like Dasani

But you won't know

This song gon be on repeat

Now I'm in this hoe

This bitch want to suck on my meat

I just been in my bag

Outta control

Imma been feeling' jet lag

Been going too slow

In love with the money

A nigga gettin' too damn comfy

Baby know I'm dripped out like a fresh prince

Dripping' like Dasani

But you won't know

This song gon be on repeat

Now I'm in this hoe

This bitch want to suck on my meat