Luyện nghe bài hát Next Check

[Chorus: Rob
Next gonna be for a million
I know how I know, I just feel it
itching, intuition
Multiple this money we don't division
Fuck it up, get it back and it up
Fuck it up, get it back, it up
Next check be for a million
I don't know how I know, I feel it

[Verse 1: Rob
I got sins I pay for yet
Copped the piece just to cover the debt
I must admit last was lit
Now I walk up in bitch like it's money to get
Toast to the life that we
Took losses, up like roses
Tryna a picture only got two poses
The Pablo cut, a part like Moses
Walk with my team in a sea of posers
Offset the flow, my Migos for the
Dropped Write To Dream now the dream getting
Nightmares of devils drinkin' lean with the
Awakened by cold
Dapper Dan paid in full with no debt
Got mine rap, facts, no flex
Tryna cop the before I cop the Rolex

Rob Markman]
Next gonna be for a million
I don't know how I know, I just it
Palms itching,
this money we don't understand division
Fuck it up, get it and fuck it up
it up, get it back, fuck it up
Next gonna be for a million
I know how I know, I just feel it

2: Styles P]
We talk about the next check
My signature's on it, meaning I
And it
It look nice, but I still keep it
a lick to follow it
Next I'ma fuck it up
Get it back, it up again
Got work, cut it up
No dairy, but I'm up
leather that Mayweather would rock just to stunt on us
Next is to the rap niggas
If I'm in the back, you ain't got to worry I lap niggas
Or I'm standin' there to whack
Make 'em around, 'fore I burn 'em down wit the strap nigga
Next is to myself
Gotta up on ya health
check up on ya wealth
Got up on ya feet
Another check up in the
I'm a real player, make the checkerboard melt
Ghost,

[Chorus: Rob
Next check gonna be for a
I don't know how I know, I feel it
Palms itching,
Multiple this we don't understand division
Fuck it up, get it back and it up
Fuck it up, get it back, it up
Next gonna be for a million
I don't know how I know, I feel it

[Verse 3: Streetz]
I just feel paper comin', that's my intuition
Need them Curry numbers, leave them in their feelings
Bars golden, mouth on when I smile they glisten
Warrior mentality, we all opposition
They lookin' while we padding the stats
The boy they said that couldn't got 'em watchin' their backs
I'm in these meetings, up, like add more zeros to that
These boys thirsty for a deal signed for less than a pack
These Don C's on my feet ain't cheap, of fact
Check the team, Noc beats cheap
Must be the Bow Wow Challenge, what y'all seen
Everybody G but I've seen men bleed
It's all
Fuck Trump, only rockin' with dead
Fuck up some paper, cop some the only medicine
Simple math, more you cop, that the numbers get
Waitin' for million dollar check so I could blow the shit

Rob Markman]
Next gonna be for a million
I don't know how I know, I feel it
Palms itching,
Multiple this money we don't division
Fuck it up, get it back and it up
it up, get it back, fuck it up
Next gonna be for a million
I don't know how I know, I feel it