Stop It lyrics

[Intro]

I'ma tell you broke niggas something

Listen

[Verse 1]

Make money, no vacation

Pay cash don't make payments

Getting high like I'm eighteen

But I've been rich since the late eighties

Backstage, naked ladies

Poppin pills and swallowing babies

Bad bitches ain't come to play

She gon' give me head before I go on stage

New car, a couple, a hundred

Ain't nothin' I call it play money

Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley

Juicy stay stuntin

Street niggas, we packin them tools

Play with it, make action news

Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two

Real nigga I'm 100, I sip lean and I chase money

Niggas out here savin hoes, niggas need to be savin money

Made mine, can't take it from me

Hit the club, I take your woman

Take her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bed

Yeah nigga that's grits and eggs

Rich bitch don't forget the bread

Up and down that interstate

I move weight, that's Jenny Craig

I'ma fuck me a model, I'mma fuck me a model

You only get to live one time, so I'mma fuck me a model

[Hook x2]

I make money all day then I ball with the profits

Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it

Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone

Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong

[Interlude]

Straight out of north Memphis nigga

20 years in

Still rich and ain’t gon stop getting rich

Told you niggas I ain’t gon' never gonna stop getting money

Let’s get it

[Verse 2]

Bitch you ain’t no killa

And real niggas don’t talk

Start shit in this club

It’s going down in the parking lot

Niggas get killed and then we ain’t shedding no tears

Niggas can’t keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years

Yo homie fuckin yo bitch

And she ain't acceptin' your calls

Them niggas ain't holding you down

And you call them niggas yo dogs

They really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tank

They got guns they got in movies

Except they not shootin' blanks

Pass straight in broad daylight

They don’t care who lookin

Young niggas got something to prove, niggas think he pushin

Playin' round in my hood and they'll smoke you like a swisha

We don’t play bout money and we don’t play with them pistols

[Hook x2]