Can’t Stop Now lyrics
by Young Dolph
[Verse 1: Cookie Money]
Get rich or die trying, b*tch, I'm 50 Cent
I'm getting money, so I'm hated on by many men
Only f*ck with real n*ggas, ain't too many friends
I got your b*tch in the Ghost, shooters in the Benz
In the club smoking cookie, b*tch, we blowing rent
All my n*ggas drug dealers, like we Meech and them
I got some killers in the cut, boy, they sleep and sh*t
Broad day, in your face, ain't no creepin with it
Cook keep a 40 on him, bro, I'm sleepin with it
I know you suckas hating on me, I be peepin sh*t
Smiling all in my face, all that sneaky sh*t
Hundred bands on my neck, 80 on my wrist
I'ma flex everyday, and make n*ggas sick
And I don't even wanna talk, play with your b*tch
I'ma let this 40 work, play with them sticks
Yeah I got it out the mud, play with them bricks
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n*ggas, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n*gga run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the sh*t, don't come around
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
FN tucked in my Goiard belt
Po-pos to the right, so I turned left
I call the shots on the block, n*gga, I'm the reff
Working 5 plugs, n*gga, I don't need help
YSL luggage, with a whole mill in it
What's that in my pocket? That's your record deal in it
A hundred stacks
200 racks
East Oakland [?] packs
A Hollywood b*tch see me, and get curious
All my whips fast, and they furious
50 pounds, 1 box, that's a delivery
Bring my Mexican b*tch for some [?]
Took the profit, went and bought a Benzo
Tripple rap it, then send to my kinfolk
Hold these hundred pounds, I might pay your rent, ho
No shirt, 8 chains, Gucci Timbo
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n*ggas, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n*gga run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the sh*t, don't come around