Yessir, this sh*t right here’s called Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop
Good morning, New York (Featuring that boy Lil Wayne)
Good afternoon, New Orleans (Young Money in the building)
Goodnight, America (Cash Money, what’s good?)
They don’t make us to break us, no, I’m with the bakers (Haha)
I’m gettin bread with dread up in Jamaica (Yeah)
It’s them young stunnas, Nick and Lil Weezy (Weez)
Nic, I’m the chick that go getta like Jeezy (Go-getter)
Fall back, ’cause I do this here (Yeah)
Step your bars up, or you’re through this year (Ha)
Yup, it’s only right that the whole block stare (Woo)
Hopped out the air in thе blue-and-white layer (Yеah)
I’m here, I’m with Long-Hair-Don’t-Care (Mm)
Steady staring at my ear, ’cause my ear on glare
Now, it’s not hard to find me (Yeah), top behind me (Yeah)
You be Harry Potter, and I’ll be Hermione
I be early (Haha), I’m the girl they… (Ugh)
Call “the One” like on my first birthday
I’m in that Range Rov’ (Yeah), rocking that Kangol (What it do)
That pu**y real good, it tastes like mango (Hahaha)
Can’t stop, won’t stop repping Young Money, and we
We get down, and we, we get down, and we… (Yeah)
Boys, they, boys, they love me
Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Yeah! Hahaha)
Can’t stop, won’t stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig?)
We get down, and we, we get down, and we… (Uh-huh)
(Go!) So I guess it’s my turn (Yeah)
And I’ma go at n***as’ heads like sideburns (Get ’em)
Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn (Errr!)
Big light-green buds, is what I burn (/fff/)
Nicki, since I’ve been rapping, this what I’ve learned (Yes)
All these other n***as pu**y like dry sperm (F**k ’em)
And I knock this sh*t out like Tom Hearns (Boom)
If it ain’t about money, me no concerned (Uh-uh)
A paper chaser ’til my thigh burn (Come on)
And never give a b*t*h what I’ve earned (Ehn-ehn!)
Haha, f**k I look like? (Ha)
I’m lookin for a b*t*h that can f**k right, cook right (Go)
And if not, then, left foot, right
Foot, get to steppin, yeah, b*t*h, walk light (Ha)
And my hoes talk like
“Hsshswash,” and I just say “Right,” hahahaha
We don’t fuss fight
She is just… just… just right
Can’t stop, won’t stop repping Young Money, and we (Ya dig!)
We get down, and we, we get down, and we…
Boys, they, boys, they love me
Chromed-out eleven-hundred (Go)
Can’t stop, won’t stop repping Young Money, and we
We get down, and we, we get down, and we…
I’m on tour ’til my money’s like the bus’ height
Ice looking bright, see me coming like bus lights, Weez!
Ahahaha
Young Money
F**k with me, Fendi!
Yeah
We gon’ get some money
Don’t matter what they do
We gon’ get some money
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