Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Come on, yeah (I’m comin’)
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami
Move like little Black kids stealing candy
Barely seen, honeys call me Baileys cream
Real generals never fail they team
Would you believe I know what’s up your sleeve?
‘Cause you said it in your last rhyme, flip some seeds
And he thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his beads
You think not, as if
Sheek won’t bring it to you, give you asthmas
Is he rockin’ cashmere? Y’all know we don’t pass there
Matter fact, I scoped out there last year
Hit him on the hip, said there ain’t no cash there
Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rom’s
Puff out his zone with this chick from Rome
Need ziti, funny how I’m greedy, used to be needy
But now the Sean-Don keep the eyes beady
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Ayo, it’s crazy, we here, now every chick want my baby
My career clear while your shit look hazy
Bang with us? I don’t think so, we Platinum plus
With no airplay, so ain’t shit for us to discuss
But when we get it, you can’t understand how we did it
At home practicin’ tryin’ to learn how we spit it
Forty-eight hours of O.T. like Nick Nolte
Young, but OGs at this rap shit, nigga, please
One hit for all of us to start eatin’
And wild stack on three weeks on “Battle of The Beats”
Our appearance is sharp like cactuses
And you can tell by chips we keep on mattresses
Dimes flooded out in the hid-outs
Shit you see in magazines cut out, we freak them hoes
Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens
Now we laugh as we videotape you in the Benz
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop
Can’t stop, won’t stop
If we talkin’ ’bout dollars, only thing I turn down is my collar
Pull out, turn them around, if he reach, make him holler
Who runnin’ the town? The Goodfellas
Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother?
With the third person, you might catch me surfin’
Money I be jerkin’, my newborn be burpin’
Can’t stop, won’t stop, I want respect
And I only bump heads with checks
In the suite with this honey from Bangladesh
Pop a Snapple while thang-thang lay on my chest
All I had to do was get her there, she doin’ the rest
Take a L to the head, then we listen to Flex
Yes, the black hood and I mack good
With hydro and chocolate mixed in Backwoods
Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good?
Baby, we ain’t gon’ stop, but you should
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don’t stop
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Too many people worried about what we got
Everything we drop will be hot
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