Featuring: Quentin Miller

Songwriter: Quentin Miller Travis Scott

Producer: Quentin Miller

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Got a lot of ideas, lot on my plate
Got a lot on my M, got a lot of the nay
I tend to skate, got a home, got a hundred a nay
Got a bitty, man that nigga make a hundred a day
On her minds, I done got it
Many problems, many money
Hundred Pradas, in and out it
Its in apartment, in a alley
Whole lotta world gotta run with me
And if I finesse get it gotta lotta dishin'

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Nigga what's next
What the world got pills?
Where the homie got a head like yeah
What a nigga won't do
Hiding from a real right here
Got a lemon on my neck like yeah
Hundred niggas like yeah

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I got a lot of ideas
Got a lot of ideas
Got a lot of ideas
Got a lot of ideas

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect
Might get a gold chain and ice my neck
Yeah nigga what's next
Might have to go and see the vet
Cause I dogged my hoe for a check
Yeah nigga what's next
Tryna play both sides of the net
That's how you wipe out your whole set
Yeah nigga what's next, try to send a couple killers at my neck
If I die my hologram gon' flex
Yeah nigga what's next

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
I got a couple ideas, got a couple reasons why I'm out here
Tryna move the wave a thousand light years
Hundred, riding in the night yeah
Black Bimmer, Hans Zimmer, Hans Zimmer
Paint a picture, I'm overrated
You overrated, come on baby, high living
Hot sauce, I got a lot lot nigga for the right cost
Woah, baby, woah now I need to slow down
Back it up, I got a kitchen you know now
Guys in the lab did that for my last thing
Got it and I'mma fall, for my mommas back wings
Woah, we don't have problems, ain't no more
Yeah, high steals and the gat go
Whoa, I pass it down for my E E

[Verse 3: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, yeah, what's next, yeah
What you sayin', how you different from the next yeah
I'm on a Xan, I might hit it and forget yeah
You got all the latest brands
And you still ain't did a damn thing, hol' up
Wait, low key, put the rap game in a choke hold
Got your girl doing things she ain't supposed to
Found a way to pay the bills off the Pro Tools
What's next, gotta turn into a mogul
Few bands, no Super Saiyan Goku
My nigga hit the, just hit the driver with the old school
What's next, me and Trav on a song too?
What's next, putting on for the zone two?
Yeah, I got a couple ideas, made myself a livin' off my ideas
They thought they could get rid of me, I'm right here
Niggas can't get rid of me, I'm right here

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
What's next, depending how I'm tryna disrespect
Might get a gold chain and that's what's next
Yeah nigga what's next
Might have to go and see the vet
Cause I dogged my hoe for a check
Yeah nigga what's next
Tryna play both sides of the net
That's how you wipe out your whole set
Yeah nigga what's next, try to send a couple killers at my neck
If I die my hologram gon' flex
Yeah nigga what's next

Travis Scott

Jacques Berman Webster II (born April 30, 1992), popularly known as Travis Scott (previously stylized as Travi$ Scott) is a rapper and producer from Missouri City, Texas, located within the Houston Metropolitan area. Scott began producing and releasing beats via Myspace at 16.

He moved to Los Angeles after dropping out of The University of Texas at San Antonio following his sophomore year, adopting the name Travi$ Scott in homage to his uncle named Travis, and his musical idol Kid Cudi (real name Scott Mescudi).

Travis Scott dropped out of the University of Texas at San Antonio without his parents knowing and moved to Los Angeles to make music. His parents made a surprise visit to see their son at his former university. They eventually found out that he lied to them. They cut off support towards him from that time on. He ended up sleeping on couches and lived miles away from people he knew.

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