Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop-Start, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Album song Ransom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Made-It Mafia
Song language: English
Stop-Start |
Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start |
My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork |
Start, I got killers up in New York |
Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy |
Boy, I hit a button, make my car park |
I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start |
Start, I give a word and make my goons march |
Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start |
Ten thousand ones, they’re on the way, I’m 'bout to start tippin' |
Lil' mama fine but on the real she didn’t just start strippin' |
You know I’m used to money, Gucci didn’t just start flippin' |
Threw so much money in the air they stopped and start kissin' |
Canary yellow bitch remind me of my Bart Simpson |
I brought a pint off in the club, I’m 'bout to start sippin' |
I brought my goons with me and my goons, they don’t stop twistin' |
I popped a pill, it kicked in, I’m 'bout to start trippin' |
I’m 'bout to stop rappin', stop trappin', start pimpin' |
Drop 'Rari pullin' up, nigga, start your engine |
Stop panhandlin', nigga, stop penny pinchin' |
And I ain’t gotta come back, I never stop gettin' it |
Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start |
My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork |
Start, I got killers up in New York |
Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy |
Boy, I hit a button, make my car park |
I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start |
Start, I give a word and make my goons march |
Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start |
The bitch was near me then like «Stop» |
Let me go and check out my guap |
Check out my guap, my Glock |
Nigga try me, he get popped |
And he get shot, he get dropped |
Right on the mothafuckin' spot |
Start, start, nigga, you don’t wanna start |
Kid 'bout to drive, boy you don’t wanna park |
Park, nigga I’m a young South Park |
Young wild boy, with a lot of heart |
Heart, heart, goin' hard |
Bullets at your ass, they’ll rip your ass apart |
I take a minivan and I fill it’s ass with narcs |
Homer, can’t nobody kill us as a Bart |
Up my gun and make this bitch fart |
Stop, boy you shouldn’t even start |
Lil pussy boys, you a man or mouse |
Stand on your two feet |
You don’t even know what that damage about |
Pull up, you’ll get swiss cheesed |
Hop in my car then pull right off |
I don’t start that bitch with my key |
Racks in my jeans and I’m pullin' right out |
Walk in this bitch, I’m Keef |
Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start |
My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork |
Start, I got killers up in New York |
Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy |
Boy, I hit a button, make my car park |
I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start |
Start, I give a word and make my goons march |
Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start |
Salute to Big Gucci, he opened the door |
Studio smokin' OG, sippin throw |
Big dog wanna see the band unfold |
Smokin' OG when we sippin' some throw |
My plug touched down on a banana boat |
Meetin' and greetin' in Givenchy loafs |
You may be seated, Versace business over |
My plug done dropped a ticket, no need for soda |
Big dog, rich gang, stretch it, get the oval |
Master Peewee, with the No Limit soldiers |
I’m the sergeant, the lieutenant, and general |
If it’s fish I hit the block with minnows |
Chopped them lil bitches in dimes |
Big dog let me in the door, I’m grindin' |
Hit your ass hard on the low |
She tip-toein' on the marble floor |
I’m dabbin', the double R, ghost |
I swear my pinky do the most |
The wrong nigga been had money |
I’m just tryna throw him through some more |
How fast can you count it? |
Skip, skip town after we flip your ass |
Then we gone to the mountain, headed to the Heavens |
Pull up in a Lambo mounted |
Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start |
My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork |
Start, I got killers up in New York |
Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy |
Boy, I hit a button, make my car park |
I don’t even got to be inside to make my car start |
Start, I give a word and make my goons march |
Blow money like I’m Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start |