| I’m a tell you broke niggas something
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| Listen
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| Make money, no vacation
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| Pay cash don’t make payments
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| Getting high like I’m eighteen
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| But I’ve been rich since the late eighty’s
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| Backstage, naked ladies
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| Poppin pills and swallowing babies
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| Bad bitches ain’t come to play
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| She gon' give me head before I go on stage
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| New car, a couple, a hundred
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| Ain’t nothin' I call it play money
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| Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley
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| Juicy stay stuntin
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| Street niggas, we packin them 2's
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| Play with it, make action news
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| Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two
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| Real nigga I’m 100, I stay leanin, I chase money
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| Niggas out here savin hoes, niggas need to be savin money
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| Made mine, can’t take it from me
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| Hit the club, I take your woman
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| Take her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bed
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| Yeah nigga that’s grits and eggs
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| Rich bitch don’t forget the bread
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| Up and down that interstate
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| I move weight, that’s Jenny Craig
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| I’m a fuck me a model, I’m a fuck me a model
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| You only get to live one time, so I’m a fuck me a model
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| I make money all day then I ball with the profits
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| Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
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| Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I’m gone
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| Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong
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| Straight out of North niggas nigga
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| 20 years in
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| Still rich and ain’t gon stop getting rich
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| Told you niggas I ain’t never gonna stop getting money
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| Let’s get it
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| Bitch you ain’t no killa
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| And real niggas don’t talk
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| Start shit in this club
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| It’s going down in the parking lot
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| Niggas get killed and then we ain’t shedding no tears
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| Niggas can’t keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years
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| Yo homie fuckin yo bitch
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| And she ain’t duckin yo cock
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| Them noobies ain’t holding you down
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| And you call them niggas yo dogs
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| They really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tight
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| They got guns, they got them rubies
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| Except they not shootin blanks
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| Pass straight them, broad daylight
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| They don’t care who lookin
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| Young niggas got something to prove, niggas think he pushin
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| Playin round in my hood and I’ll smoke you like a swisha
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| We don’t care bout money and we don’t play with them pistols |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop It , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Been Trill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп