Peewee Longway & Money Man Next One
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Presidential Rollie, now I want the Richard Mille
Press a hundred thousand, now I want a hundred mil'
Empire like Ghazi, I'll buy your lil' deal
Runnin' 'round the lobby, then we askin', "What it is?"
Rollin' on a molly, you was poppin' Perc pills
Sneakin' and geekin', they used to pull up in the hill
Happened in the kitchen, we was workin' niggas' deals
Swipe a nigga bitch, we gon' f..ck her out her heels
Flew to the West and went and bought up the field
Before they knew it, boy I got the box
The fox on my socks, got a John Wick Glock
Aim at ya head, we gon' pop out the top
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
[Verse 2: Money Man]
I'm whipping this coupe, this shit cost me a quarter
Pull up to your house and put dick in your daughter
You niggas talk too much just like informants
I just sold a bag 'fore I started recordin'
I'm hitting the gas and I'm whipping this foreign
When I f..cked her, she said that she really enjoyed it
I'm cooling with Peewee, my shoes they be CC
I'll have my lil' young niggas spin like a CD
I'm just catching these plays, ain't no time to watch TV
You can hear the exhaust on the car 'fore you see me
I'ma rub on that bitch ass just like she a genie
All these chains on my neck, they gon' light up like UVs
I just hit a thick bitch on a futon
Gotta hella loud, got two tons
On to the next on, had to text one
Got two guns and a double pump
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
On to the next one and the next one
And the next one and the next one
