Cortez & Crisis - I'm Next (feat. Billy Official & Murkemz)

Yo
A yo cause you know
I got to make it last
Fifty ball cash
Yo Now a Nigga
Blowing Money Fast
Fifty ball cash
Put about a quarter
In the stash
Cause you know
I got to make it last
I was on my last
Had to jump out
All up in my bag
Now a nigga
Blowing money fast
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
A Yooo
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
Nigga
First of all
Free my dogs
Out the cage
Real niggaz
Step in that square
And catch a fade
Never back down
That's how we was raised
Nowadays
Fiends and rats
Are being praised
Yeah we come up militant
I see all that weird shit
Nah I ain't feeling it
Four five on my waist
And I'm concealing it
All that tough talk you do
We living it
My team be drillin' shit
I'm sick with it
Like And1
With a handgun
Brain be half baked
But move like Samson
You can get tied up
Held for ransom
Cause my shooters
Kill for me like
Charles Manson
Fifty ball cash
Put about a quarter
In the stash
Cause you know
I got to make it last
I was on my last
Had to jump out
All up in my bag
Now a nigga
Blowing money fast
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
A Yooo
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
Nigga
I be on task
That's why these niggas
Never wan' clash
Need the scatty
With a buck up
On the dash
Nothing but the cash
Murkemz finna
Fill the bag to the tippy top
Couple of them knots
Up in my pocket
Changed my diddy bop
West Phoenix
Down to
Murda Ave
They ain't heard of that
Wrist give a nigga chills
Pendant cost a Birkin bag
If I squirt the mag
Parademics gon
Alert your dad
I don't work to brag
Bitch I rose up
Out the dirt with that
And now these niggas
Wan' smut my name
Like they ain't previously
Had some dick to suck my way
Like they wasn't lookin
For anyway
To touch my fame
Niggas change
What the fuck can I say
Aye
Fifty ball cash
Put about a quarter
In the stash
Cause you know
I got to make it last
I was on my last
Had to jump out
All up in my bag
Now a nigga
Blowing money fast
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
A Yooo
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
Nigga
I was gone bad
Watching for the D's
As they pass
Jail phone
Talking through the glass
With the laser
Playing tag
The opps out
They lurking in the back
Heard shorty lost his life
Because of flags
Momma still crying
So I'm running up a tab
Seen friends turn foe
Yo the love doesn't last
That's why I keep
Sticks for my karma
With bricks from Aurora
They postage stamped
I made licks off the corner
Hunnits in da stash
Prada with the llama
On the belt
When you next blow
Boy any drama getting dealt
Draco's ain't common
For your health
Gumbo A1
Bodega
I got it off the shelf
Fifty ball cash
Put about a quarter
In the stash
Cause you know
I got to make it last
I was on my last
Had to jump out
All up in my bag
Now a nigga
Blowing money fast
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
A Yooo
I was on task
Now they say
I'm next to blow
Best thing going
Next to coke
Nigga

Written by:
Edwin Serrano, Ernesto Cortes, Jordan Mercado

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