Check

[Intro: Playboi Carti]

Yah

Assup

Uh

What's next?

What's next?

What's next?

What's next?

What's next?

What's next?

They say... what's that?

I'ma get that, too, but what's Next?

Bitch, I'm having (straight up)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

I just need a check

I just copped a Vette

I got me some head

I got many bitches get on my neck

Like I need some head

But you better watch your mouth

Better hold your lip

Oh shit, that's some real shit

Ayy, yeah, ayy

Twenty years old, ayy

Twenty mil' owed

And I need 30 for show

Ooh, I had to let you know

Ooh, I'm, I'm on that O

And young Pablo with me, oh

And we ain't on dro

On that gelato

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

Ice, ice, got the best price

I'm selling Vanilla ice, off-white

Can't be my bitch unless you a dike

All that money on you, nigga, it must be nice

I'm pouring a four of that A$AP Yams

I call up my nigga Carti when I land

Roll up a fat backwood, three grams

Four rings, got a Audi on my hand

Bust that bitch down at the Westin and ran

Playboy, two bad bitches from Instagram

Swerving, serving, give me one minute, man

Gun in my hand, I can't fuck up my pants

Diamonds dab, nigga, see how they dance

Real nigga, I'm just saying

Watch the door, we got the dope in the pan

Fly nigga like I'm Peter Pan

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

I just need a check

I just copped a Vette

I got me some head

I got many bitches get on my neck

Like I need some head

But you better watch your mouth

Better hold your lip

Oh shit, that's some real shit

Ayy, yeah, ayy

Twenty years old, ayy

Twenty mil' owed

And I need 30 for show

Ooh, I had to let you know

Ooh, I'm, I'm on that O

And young Pablo with me, oh

And we ain't on dro

On that gelato

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

I woke up, these niggas acting like me

They trying to be, but these niggas nothing like me

Pop me a bar and I fucked up that Louis V

Fucked your little bitch, I forgot she remembered me

We drunk that lean and that shots of that Hennessy

Glock 40, 30 shots for my enemy

I ain't up 20 mil' yet, but I'm finna be

Rich nigga in the hood, street niggas feeling me

Got these bitches digging me

She hold my dick for me while I pee

Fresh as a bitch, they like, "Who is he?"

Rocking Chanel with the double C

Your bitch really ain't my cup of tea

One of one, nigga, custom me

They wanna know what the recipe

Gold on my neck like a treasury

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

I just need a check

I just copped a Vette

I got me some head

I got many bitches get on my neck

Like I need some head

But you better watch your mouth

Better hold your lip

Oh shit, that's some real shit

Ayy, yeah, ayy

Twenty years old, ayy

Twenty mil' owed

And I need 30 for show

Ooh, I had to let you know

Ooh, I'm, I'm on that O

And young Pablo with me, oh

And we ain't on dro

On that gelato