Check (feat. Playboi Carti)

Yah Assup Uh What's next? What's next? What's next? What's next? What's next? What's next? They say what's that? I'ma get that, too, but what's next? Bitch, I'm having (straight up) I just need a check I just copped a Vette I got me some head I got many bitches get on my neck Like I need some head But you better watch your mouth Better hold your lip Oh shit, that's some real shit Ayy, yeah, ayy Twenty years old, ayy Twenty mil owed And I need thirty for show Ooh, I had to let you know Ooh, I'm, I'm on that O And young Pablo with me, oh And we ain't on dro On that gelato Ice, ice, got the best price I'm selling Vanilla ice, off-white Can't be my bitch unless you a dike All that money on you, nigga, it must be nice I'm pouring a four of that ASAP yams I call up my nigga Carti when I land Roll up a fat backwood, three grams Four rings, got a Audi on my hand Bust that bitch down at the Westin and ran Playboy, two bad bitches from Instagram Swerving, serving, give me one minute, man Gun in my hand, I can't fuck up my pants Diamonds dab, nigga, see how they dance Real nigga, I'm just saying Watch the door, we got the dope in the pan Fly nigga like I'm Peter Pan I just need a check I just copped a Vette I got me some head I got many bitches get on my neck Like I need some head But you better watch your mouth Better hold your lip Oh shit, that's some real shit Ayy, yeah, ayy Twenty years old, ayy Twenty mil owed And I need thirty for show Ooh, I had to let you know Ooh, I'm, I'm on that O And young Pablo with me, oh And we ain't on dro On that gelato I woke up, these niggas acting like me They trying to be, but these niggas nothing like me Pop me a bar and I fucked up that Louis V Fucked your little bitch, I forgot she remembered me We drunk that lean and that shots of that Hennessy Glock 40, thirty shots for my enemy I ain't up 20 mill yet, but I'm finna be Rich nigga in the hood, street niggas feeling me Got these bitches digging me She hold my dick for me while I pee Fresh as a bitch, they like, who is he? Rocking Chanel with the double C Your bitch really ain't my cup of tea One of one, nigga, custom me They wanna know what the recipe Gold on my neck like a treasury I just need a check I just copped a Vette I got me some head I got many bitches get on my neck Like I need some head But you better watch your mouth Better hold your lip Oh shit, that's some real shit Ayy, yeah, ayy Twenty years old, ayy Twenty mil owed And I need thirty for show Ooh, I had to let you know Ooh, I'm, I'm on that O And young Pablo with me, oh And we ain't on dro On that gelato