CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Can’t Stop Won’t Stop

(Rippa on the beat, b*t*h)
Can't stop, won't stop, n***a (Yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, never stop
Can't stop, won't stop, never

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last w****
I done f**ked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, and one
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' Foolie and what?

Still got the fire in my eyes but I changed though
Suck my d**k, b*t*h, I'm too rich to drive a Range Rover
Lil' Haiti baby, I remember stealin' mangoes
How my side b*t*h f**k better than my main ho? (Woo)
How my side b*t*h f**k better than my main b*t*h?
Every n***a say it's smoke, they get extinguished

I just talk that Guapanese, it's my language (Woo)
I just put some Cartiers on my main b*t*h (F**k)
I just put some Valentino on my main ho (My main ho)
Bad Boy chain bussin' like the rainbow (Bussin')
I'm off Yak, I'm with Yak in the Lambo (Yak)
Yellin' out the window, "Money ain't a thing, ho"
Yeah, uh
We outside again
Couple goons with me, we ain't hidin' in
Brand new Cullinan, that's what we slidin' in (Uh)
Bad lil' b*t*h, I Prada her
That pu**y good, she proud of it (Proud of it)
I can't fall in love 'cause that money be my bottom b*t*h
But she still suck it and then she swallow it (Yeah, yeah)
All these n***as steady hating 'cause more money be more problems
We gon' let these n***as talkin', we gon' silence it
King
Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last w****
I done f**ked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, and one
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' Foolie and what?

It might look light but it's heavy like my Jesus
Might rock a throwback like I'm Fab with the chipped tooth
F**k with me, baby, I got DeLeón and blunts too
She text me, "Where you at?", I sent the addy, come through
Now she in love with me 'cause she ain't used to luxury
Why would I hate on you? I do my thing comfortably
I'm not the one, I'm not the two, you know it, C3
She brushin' up my ways, talking 'bout, she need me (Ooh)

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last w****
I done f**ked on Risha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you dippin, enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, and one
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' Foolie and what?
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Kodak
King Combs
Bad Boy