What's Next Lyrics - Zoey Dollaz

[Intro] 

Yeah 

Mmm-mh 

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 

I been smokin' on the gas 

Hocus pocus on the gas 

I been snorklin' in the cash 

Going Krogers with the bags 

I done went blonde, goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass 

Tell my shooters "Count me out", and I end up doin' the math 

I been fuckin' in the shower, so my dreads soaked 

I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked 

You know my lean nice and cold, like some dead folks 

You know my eyes nice and low, like I make egg rolls, oh 

I got them pills, we call 'em illies 

I got the wet, I'm water whippin' 

I rob his ass like Robin Givens 

I get them Ms a mile a minute 

Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin' 

BET, that's how I'm livin' 

I got three hoes followin' me 

Ho, ho, ho; I'm down the chimney 

Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah 

Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah 

She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah 

I make her count out loud, I listen hard 

I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels 

They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers 

They been countin' for hours, getting kisses by the thousands 

Money and the power, they be in here watchin' Power 

All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri 

Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson 

Brrrt! Pull up like a taxi 

Stereo on max, and nigga bury your own casket 

Nigga say hello to Rabbit 

My lil homies bang 

My lil homies, they deranged 

They don't want the fame 

Kill your ass then fly to Spain 

Ding-ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring 

Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight-seeing 

Yeah, starin' at the world through an automatic 

Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth 

Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby 

I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby 

Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down 

What's new in town? Let's do it now 

A couple marbles ain't been found 

A couple screws been screwed around 

My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound 

The system of a down, and it's been up and down 

A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown 

Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown 

Twistin' up a pound 

High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds 

Y'all so underground 

I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows 

Come to hunt you down 

All up in your section 

Use protection when you fuck around 

Possession of deception 

Imperfection, no affection 

No correct your transgression 

Turn depression to aggression 

Got an obsession for expression 

With no pressure, no discretion 

And the F is for the 

"Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em." 

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[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz] 

Your bitch open so we run in it 

Any club, got my gun in it 

I ain't even got to touch you dudes 

I'll get you killed young nigga 

Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap 

Brand new AK, all black 

Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped 

Your bars sweet, candy, Kit-Kat 

Hope you pussy niggas get mad 

Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft 

Off-White, Gucci, mix match 

All my diamonds drip, shit splash 

Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W 

She told me Dollaz I'm over you 

These bitches way too emotional, uh 

So much perkys, I'm barely sober 

Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar 

Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em 

Never be committed, I told her 

Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas 

I know I'm stuck with you niggas 

Grew up with you niggas 

We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas 

Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby 

Haitian food or hibachi, ATV's, walkie-talkies 

Chris Paul, we load the rocket 

Eight ball, corner pocket 

Ah man, nigga stop it 

You know it's Dollaz 

When it comes to rap, no problems 

Haha, hold up, talk to 'em 

I'm the hottest out in my city 

Bad boy too, ask Diddy 

Hundred foot yacht, jet skiin' 

Bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian 

Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em 

Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan 

If so, come, no semen 

(Yeah, you get it?) 

Future put me on, he from Atlanta 

Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel 

Made it out without y'all help 

I can say I did it myself 

Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed 

I killed this shit, no stress 

First 48, this stretch 

Someone tell me what's next? 

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