What's Next

What's next, more checks
These days I don't even need to flex
Like what's next, got more checks
Your girlfriend said she needs more sex
What's next, more checks
These days I don't even need to flex
Like what's next, got more checks
I don't need nothin' but my respect
She kills for cheap thrills and that ain't right
Hit it twice, roll the dice and move along
Got paid, they throw shade, but I'm alright
The fast life is so enticing, am I wrong
Got a hottie with a body who should know better
Now everybody tellin' me that I'm a homewrecker
(Uh) Rebecca, met her out in Tribeca
(Yeah) And I let her, get her wetter, so she said I'm better
What's next, more checks
These days I don't even need to flex
Like what's next, got more checks
Your girlfriend said she needs more sex
What's next, more checks
These days I don't even need to flex
Like what's next, got more checks
I don't need nothin' but my respect
Every single thing I do, they wanna know now
Wish somebody told me this is how it'd go down
Travel all over the map, yeah, but I'm home now
I guess I'm flexin' on my exes at my show, wow
(Aye) Let's go get some bands, sell out like a band with my fans
Hope you understand that they stuck in sand, it's a race
I'm a bring the bass, bump it in your face (aye)
So close I can almost taste, keep up with the pace, I'm paper chasin'
What's next, more checks
These days I don't even need to flex
Like what's next, got more checks
Your girlfriend said she needs more sex
What's next, more checks
These days I don't even need to flex
Like what's next, got more checks
I don't need nothin' but my respect
These days I don't even need to flex
I don't need nothin' but my respect



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Keech
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