Next One

[Intro]

The world's freshest, you bitch

Can I be the one?

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

The whole dream was to be in my Chevrolet, rolling up

Sunroof open with the oldies bangin’ out the trunk

Living like I’m on the run, summer house for a month

Baby girl, why would I ever front?

Backend cheque, I pick up them lump sums

Ain’t too many millionaires where I come from

Hope my stunting inspires someone to grind for something

I don’t cry about nothing, my whole life was hustling

Fuck you think this happened to me? Fool, I ain’t lucky

I get busy to the Benji’s

Briefcase-business, mind every penny

Stack them up bitch, they become dollars eventually

Little vodka, Simply Lemonade

I’m sipping in the shade them motherfuckers threw at me

Can’t stand the fact that I’m still cool, and I look so fucking happy

‘Cause I am, through-and-through, this the truth, not a ruse

I’m in the coupe, push the button

And we disappear the roof, poof

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Too cold—can’t hold

Where I’m going—can’t go

Superglued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though, nigga

Too cold—can’t hold

Where I’m going going—can’t hold

Superglued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though, nigga

[Verse 2: Larry June]

Sticking and moving

Whole lot of game so these hoes is choosing

Folding up my clothes while I'm playing some music

Baby girl, please, can you make me a smoothie?

She got a boyfriend, but think I'm much cooler

Sweetie, hit me next time, I'm cool

Don't hit me with the square bare lies (square lies)

I know that kitty is selling for the high

Ninth grade, when I first got some top (numbers)

And ever since then, l like it a lot (good job)

And if I wasn't rapping, l'd be serving a knot

Sliding down Mase and I'm feeling alive

When I hit the scene, they already know

Champagne bottles to the motherfucking floor

Crush some new shit four times in a row

D's and Vogues, hoes and goals

[Chorus: Curren$y]

Too cold—can’t hold

Where I’m going—can’t go

Superglued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though, nigga

Too cold—can’t hold

Where I’m going going—can’t hold

Superglued to the code

But my next move finna be the one though, nigga