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[Intro: 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?
b*tch, I'm having (straight up)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I just need a check
I just copped a Vette
I got me some head
I got many b*tches get on my neck
Like I need some head
But you better watch your mouth
Better hold your lip
Oh sh*t, that's some real sh*t
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Twenty years old, ayy
Twenty mil' owed
And I need 30 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
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ice, ice, got the best price
I'm selling Vanilla ice, off-white
Can't be my b*tch unless you a dike
All that money on you, n*gga, it must be nice
I'm pouring a four of that A$AP Yams
I call up my n*gga Carti when I land
Roll up a fat backwood, three grams
Four rings, got a Audi on my hand
Bust that b*tch down at the Westin and ran
Playboy, two bad b*tches from Instagram
Swerving, serving, give me one minute, man
Gun in my hand, I can't f*ck up my pants
Diamonds dab, n*gga, see how they dance
Real n*gga, I'm just saying
Watch the door, we got the dope in the pan
Fly n*gga like I'm Peter Pan

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I just need a check
I just copped a Vette
I got me some head
I got many b*tches get on my neck
Like I need some head
But you better watch your mouth
Better hold your lip
Oh sh*t, that's some real sh*t
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Twenty years old, ayy
Twenty mil' owed
And I need 30 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
[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I woke up, these n*ggas acting like me
They trying to be, but these n*ggas nothing like me
Pop me a bar and I f*cked up that Louis V
f*cked your little b*tch, I forgot she remembered me
We drunk that lean and that shots of that Hennessy
Glock 40, 30 shots for my enemy
I ain't up 20 mil' yet, but I'm finna be
Rich n*gga in the hood, street n*ggas feeling me
Got these b*tches digging me
She hold my di*k for me while I pee
Fresh as a b*tch, they like, "Who is he?"
Rocking Chanel with the double C
Your b*tch really ain't my cup of tea
One of one, n*gga, custom me
They wanna know what the recipe
Gold on my neck like a treasury

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I just need a check
I just copped a Vette
I got me some head
I got many b*tches get on my neck
Like I need some head
But you better watch your mouth
Better hold your lip
Oh sh*t, that's some real sh*t
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Twenty years old, ayy
Twenty mil' owed
And I need 30 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