[Intro: Marty Valentine]
Ha, shyeah, you dig?
Man, lemme just... I'm sorry, y'all, but
I just gotta count my money right quick...
Nah, I ain't countin' shit...
Bitch, yeah
[Chorus: Marty Valentine]
I can’t worry what a bitch do, shhh
Cause, girl, I’m worried bout my next move
Got’ get this bread, I got’ eat, it’s on my schedule
All up in my head, I can’t sleep, I be thinkin’ what that check do
Girl, I see you lookin’ when I pop, I’m right next to you
And when I touch this bag, bitch, I can’t stop, I just keep blessin’ you
Life got too real, got Gucci shoes I’m tryna step into
And I told my lil brudda when I get a hunnid bands he gon’ be flexin’ too
[Verse 1: Surf]
I cannot stop, I’m smokin’ this gas until it’s residue
Why I am mad? I’m gettin’ this cash, I can’t be stressin’ you
Slide to the crib, I cannot feel you just by textin’ you
I wouldn’t lie, the fuck do I look like to be testin’ you?
I turn your bitch to a vegetable, I eat it up, baby, I might be vegan
I need a check on me every day, baby, I’m gettin’ paid and I don’t need a reason
24/7 the money come in, me and Big Marty like Kelly and Regis
I blow a bag at Habachihana, shawty so bad and she perfectly seasoned
[Chorus: Marty Valentine + Surf]
I can’t worry what a bitch do
Cause, girl, I’m worried about my next move
As long as you mad, I can’t undress you
When you off those drugs, I get the best you
Girl, I see you lookin’ when I pop, I’m right next to you
And when I touch this bag, bitch, I can’t stop, I just keep blessin’ you
Life got too real, got Gucci shoes I’m tryna step into
And I told my lil brudda when I get a hunnid bands he gon’ be flexin’ too
[Verse 2: Marty Valentine]
Need my pape, ain’t pressin’ you
Drip down on my body
Pop my shit, it’s fuck impressin’ you
It’s an Uber outside of the lobby
Cause, girl, I just ain’t havin’ sex with you
Coulda sworn you was bad, but
I ain’t even want that neck from you
I said fuck these bitches, yeah, it’s back to the revenue
Thought you passed me up, lil boy, I ain’t lettin’ you
Tryna fake kick it, these mufuckas was checkin’ you
Got a southside bitch and you know that she wreckin’ too In my own head, I could never confess to you
She only bad cause a mufuckin’ edit tool
Feel like Moneybagg, bitch, I’m goin’ 2 Federal
I’m with Surf in Cali and we smokin’ on medical
I could never ever put that bitch on a pedestal
[Chorus: Marty Valentine]
I can’t worry what a bitch do, shhh
Cause, girl, I’m worried bout my next move
Got’ get this bread, I got’ eat, it’s on my schedule
All up in my head, I can’t sleep, I be thinkin’ what that check do
Girl, I see you lookin’ when I pop, I’m right next to you
And when I touch this bag, bitch, I can’t stop, I just keep blessin’ you
Life got too real, got Gucci shoes I’m tryna step into
And I told my lil brudda when I get a hunnid bands he gon’ be…
[Outro: Marty Valentine + Surf]
I want the best you
*mumbling*
Next to you, next to you
Even if I ain't pressed for you
Next to you, next to you