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