Next Week

I heard some new things about me, Iron Man, Robert no Downey
Use the iron to collect a bounty I'm that nigga, so might as well crown me
All this shit is flippin' over, I'ma slide by next week
Won't sell my soul, I'm dyin' rich, When the lights came on, I'm high as shit

I was strung up like a violin Watch the money, let it pile in
Now I'm tellin' you I'm dialed in, Amateur, I get it
Get the pack, then flip it Get the pack, then stick it
Get the stick, then rip it Get the car, then drift it

Roll it up, I spliffed it And I ain't seen you in a minute
I've been livin' fast Runnin' up, tryna get a bag
Runnin' up, tryna get some cash Two hundred on the dash
Two hundred on the dash

New bag, I'ma flip it and tumble it New bag, I might buy me a tank
My bad, I ain't mean for the mumbling She bad, I might give me a ring
You sad cause of you always fumbling You mad while you cry at the bank
Can't crash, so you know that I'm swervin' It's too fast, so I had to go flank

Too, cool, but you think I be rude No fool, I'm just sayin' what's true
Roll one up, now it's back to the moon, they do not know me, so they all assume
And you not my homie, I take off like vroom, Catch up with you later, I'll see you at noon
Won't sell my soul, I'm dyin' rich, When the lights came on, I'm high as shit

I was strung up like a violin Watch the money, let it pile in
Now I'm tellin' you I'm dialed in I don't know who to save
I don't know who to praise I don't wanna close the gate
I don't know where to stay

Won't sell my soul, I'm dyin' rich When the lights came on, I'm high as shit
I was strung up like a violin Watch the money, let it pile in
Now I'm tellin' you I'm dialed in
Now I'm tellin' you I'm dialed in

Now I'm tellin' you I'm dialed in



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Writer(s): Marcel Allen Ii
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