Lyrics Next - Falz feat. Medikal and Maleek Berry, Falz, Maleek Berry

Next

When I wake up in the morning, I thank the Lord am alive
Your broke life ain’t for me, I take them on the money ride
Go, I make em trap o, see the Lizzy grow old
le’em know, so they know we don blow o
Next, next, next uh next, putting the weather, we next, hustle hustle now we
next
Next, next, next uh, next, it’s game time we next, I hope you know we the best
Hope you know we next best, money money getting express
Groupies flowing in excess, they be showing bad chest
Tell my mommy say I don blow, tell her say my money don show
Tell her to pick any motto, or pick anywhere she wan go
Tell my daddy say I don be hero, am about to be the young Demerol
Say hello to the bad guys, on a tri-five
And Folarin no dey play with the pay, me am in the kitchen am baking the cake
My guy aboki no go make mistake with how many million, tell me today
We higher higher, I dey kill gravity
Murder the beat then I plead insanity
All this rappers still dey dilly-dally
And they speedy-sally like Speedy Darlington
Bad guy lo’n rapping, Medikal whe dey happen
Maleek Berry for the gyal dem, gyal dem, is a nathang
When I wake up in the morning, I thank the Lord am alive
Your broke life ain’t for me, I take them on the money ride
Go, I make em trap o, see the Lizzy grow old
le’em know, so they know we don blow o
Next, next, next uh next, putting the weather, we next, hustle hustle now we
next
Next, next, next uh, next, it’s game time we next, I hope you know we the best
They used to pause, rewind and mute me, finally am next
They put my shit on repeat, I tell the DJ, can you skip to the rest
Boy to fly, to fly they thought I live in the next
Dem they follow their mama for my treasure, see the way am banging my chest
like am repping Palestine
No love, fuck Valentine, Einstein loose my brain and mind
It belongs to him so I dey talk my mind
Speaks the Ghanian language
Falz too dey claim celebrity, Oshe we dey celebrate
Maleek Berry hope say you great, my girl to kelvy, I no fit think straight
Shout out to my gees in Nigeria, always God be the answer
Finally we made it, Jesus Christ whedone sir
When I wake up in the morning, I thank the Lord am alive
Your broke life ain’t for me, I take them on the money ride
Go, I make em trap o, see the Lizzy grow old
le’em know, so they know we don blow o
Next, next, next uh next, putting the weather, we next, hustle hustle now we
next
Next, next, next uh, next, it’s game time we next, I hope you know we the best