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