Luyện nghe bài hát Next Check

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

1: Rob Markman]
I got sins I pay for yet
Copped the Jesus piece to cover the debt
I must admit last was lit
Now I walk up in this bitch like it's to get
Toast to the that we choses
Took losses, came up roses
Tryna paint a picture only got two
The Pablo cut, with a like Moses
Walk with my team in a sea full of
Offset the flow, my for the culture
Dropped Write To now the dream getting closer
Nightmares of devils drinkin' lean the vutures
Awakened by sweats
Dapper Dan Gucci paid in with no debt
Got mine rap, facts, no flex
cop the crib before I cop the Rolex

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

[Verse 2: P]
We could talk about the next
My signature's on it, I accept
And it
It look nice, but I keep it moderate
Need a lick to it
check I'ma fuck it up
Get it back, fuck it up
Got work, cut it up
No dairy, but I'm up
Gotta leather that would rock just to stunt on us
check 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 turn around, 'fore I 'em down wit the strap nigga
Next check is to
Gotta check up on ya
Gotta check up on ya
Got checks up on ya
check up in the belt
I'm a real chess player, make the checkerboard
Ghost,

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

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

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