| Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start
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| My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork
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| Start, I got killers up in New York
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| Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy
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| Boy, I hit a button, make my car park
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| I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start
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| Start, I give a word and make my goons march
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| Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start
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| Ten thousand ones, they’re on the way, I’m 'bout to start tippin'
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| Lil' mama fine but on the real she didn’t just start strippin'
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| You know I’m used to money, Gucci didn’t just start flippin'
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| Threw so much money in the air they stopped and start kissin'
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| Canary yellow bitch remind me of my Bart Simpson
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| I brought a pint off in the club, I’m 'bout to start sippin'
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| I brought my goons with me and my goons, they don’t stop twistin'
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| I popped a pill, it kicked in, I’m 'bout to start trippin'
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| I’m 'bout to stop rappin', stop trappin', start pimpin'
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| Drop 'Rari pullin' up, nigga, start your engine
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| Stop panhandlin', nigga, stop penny pinchin'
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| And I ain’t gotta come back, I never stop gettin' it
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| Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start
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| My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork
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| Start, I got killers up in New York
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| Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy
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| Boy, I hit a button, make my car park
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| I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start
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| Start, I give a word and make my goons march
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| Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start
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| The bitch was near me then like «Stop»
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| Let me go and check out my guap
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| Check out my guap, my Glock
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| Nigga try me, he get popped
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| And he get shot, he get dropped
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| Right on the mothafuckin' spot
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| Start, start, nigga, you don’t wanna start
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| Kid 'bout to drive, boy you don’t wanna park
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| Park, nigga I’m a young South Park
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| Young wild boy, with a lot of heart
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| Heart, heart, goin' hard
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| Bullets at your ass, they’ll rip your ass apart
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| I take a minivan and I fill it’s ass with narcs
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| Homer, can’t nobody kill us as a Bart
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| Up my gun and make this bitch fart
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| Stop, boy you shouldn’t even start
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| Lil pussy boys, you a man or mouse
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| Stand on your two feet
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| You don’t even know what that damage about
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| Pull up, you’ll get swiss cheesed
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| Hop in my car then pull right off
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| I don’t start that bitch with my key
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| Racks in my jeans and I’m pullin' right out
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| Walk in this bitch, I’m Keef
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| Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start
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| My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork
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| Start, I got killers up in New York
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| Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy
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| Boy, I hit a button, make my car park
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| I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start
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| Start, I give a word and make my goons march
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| Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start
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| Salute to Big Gucci, he opened the door
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| Studio smokin' OG, sippin throw
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| Big dog wanna see the band unfold
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| Smokin' OG when we sippin' some throw
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| My plug touched down on a banana boat
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| Meetin' and greetin' in Givenchy loafs
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| You may be seated, Versace business over
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| My plug done dropped a ticket, no need for soda
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| Big dog, rich gang, stretch it, get the oval
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| Master Peewee, with the No Limit soldiers
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| I’m the sergeant, the lieutenant, and general
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| If it’s fish I hit the block with minnows
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| Chopped them lil bitches in dimes
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| Big dog let me in the door, I’m grindin'
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| Hit your ass hard on the low
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| She tip-toein' on the marble floor
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| I’m dabbin', the double R, ghost
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| I swear my pinky do the most
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| The wrong nigga been had money
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| I’m just tryna throw him through some more
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| How fast can you count it? |
| Skip, skip town after we flip your ass
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| Then we gone to the mountain, headed to the Heavens
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| Pull up in a Lambo mounted
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| Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start
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| My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork
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| Start, I got killers up in New York
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| Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy
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| Boy, I hit a button, make my car park
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| I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start
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| Start, I give a word and make my goons march
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| Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start |