Who's Next Lyrics

Paid gang yeah always on the same thing

Yeah run up go bang bang yeah

Probably fucked your main thing

Paid gang

Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah

Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha

Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah

Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text

Cause my niggas on and up I got the 40 tucked she got the fattest butt

She riding passenger I roll the fattest blunts

Niggas ain't passing us that's why they mad at us

Go get your baggage up

Walk ina club where my paper at no I don't play with that

I just smoke dope and I body tracks dope pack the size of a body bag

Go get a job with your tommy ass this beat I hommied that

Bitch I been on and I'm up pay me to walk in the club

And it's going up

Shawty she on me she feeling the kid and I know wassup

Yeah I know wassup

I fuck her then leave that hoe stuck and roll up it's back to the paper

Ill see that hoe later

They know they can't stop so they hate us

I'll work til they call me the greatest all it took was patience

He answered my prayers

Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah

Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha

Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah

Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text

And I cannot cuff no bitch I swear ya niggas be on sucker shit

I'm too focused on getting my mother rich

Put a bust down rose gold on my brother wrist

Get a pack and then I gotta double it you too patient

My nigga I'm rushing it

Getting money yeah I fell in love with it

If you speak on Bando get your melon split

Get your melon split

Do a drill then you get low and switch the whips

It's a blessing the boys didn't find the grip

I ain't chasing no hoes I'm just chasing chips

I need assets I'm making investments

Niggas mad cause I'm fresh like a peppermint plus his wifey a fan

She love all my shit

I can't give her my number she stalking it

So much riches out here we need all of it

Niggas asking who's up next Paid Gang ima take this shit far yeah

Told my mama don't stress know that pops raised a hustler I gotcha

Ain't believe me when I said it I told ya niggas I was gon be a star yeah

Now I'm focused on a check and she keep calling get a text