NEXT2U

Lyrics

[Intro: Marty Valentine] Ha, shyeah, you dig? Man, lemme just... I'm sorry, y'all, but I just gotta count my money right quick... Nah, I ain't countin' shit... Bitch, yeah [Chorus: Marty Valentine] I can't worry what a bitch do, shhh Cause, girl, I'm worried bout my next move Got' get this bread, I got' eat, it's on my schedule All up in my head, I can't sleep, I be thinkin' what that check do Girl, I see you lookin' when I pop, I'm right next to you And when I touch this bag, bitch, I can't stop, I just keep blessin' you Life got too real, got Gucci shoes I'm tryna step into And I told my lil brudda when I get a hunnid bands he gon' be flexin' too [Verse 1: Surf] I cannot stop, I'm smokin' this gas until it's residue Why I am mad? I'm gettin' this cash, I can't be stressin' you Slide to the crib, I cannot feel you just by textin' you I wouldn't lie, the fuck do I look like to be testin' you? I turn your bitch to a vegetable, I eat it up, baby, I might be vegan I need a check on me every day, baby, I'm gettin' paid and I don't need a reason 24/7 the money come in, me and Big Marty like Kelly and Regis I blow a bag at Habachihana, shawty so bad and she perfectly seasoned [Chorus: Marty Valentine + Surf] I can't worry what a bitch do Cause, girl, I'm worried about my next move As long as you mad, I can't undress you When you off those drugs, I get the best you Girl, I see you lookin' when I pop, I'm right next to you And when I touch this bag, bitch, I can't stop, I just keep blessin' you Life got too real, got Gucci shoes I'm tryna step into And I told my lil brudda when I get a hunnid bands he gon' be flexin' too [Verse 2: Marty Valentine] Need my pape, ain't pressin' you Drip down on my body Pop my shit, it's fuck impressin' you It's an Uber outside of the lobby Cause, girl, I just ain't havin' sex with you Coulda sworn you was bad, but I ain't even want that neck from you I said fuck these bitches, yeah, it's back to the revenue Thought you passed me up, lil boy, I ain't lettin' you Tryna fake kick it, these mufuckas was checkin' you Got a southside bitch and you know that she wreckin' too
In my own head, I could never confess to you She only bad cause a mufuckin' edit tool Feel like Moneybagg, bitch, I'm goin' 2 Federal I'm with Surf in Cali and we smokin' on medical I could never ever put that bitch on a pedestal [Chorus: Marty Valentine] I can't worry what a bitch do, shhh Cause, girl, I'm worried bout my next move Got' get this bread, I got' eat, it's on my schedule All up in my head, I can't sleep, I be thinkin' what that check do Girl, I see you lookin' when I pop, I'm right next to you And when I touch this bag, bitch, I can't stop, I just keep blessin' you Life got too real, got Gucci shoes I'm tryna step into And I told my lil brudda when I get a hunnid bands he gon' be… [Outro: Marty Valentine + Surf] I want the best you *mumbling* Next to you, next to you Even if I ain't pressed for you Next to you, next to you