Текст песни
Never will it stop
The 50 in the duffle won't crush
Settles to the bottom like dust
Fuck what you heard
You ain't counting paper like us
Go-getter, I come from the corner like most niggas
Now from afar I toast niggas
Roast niggas, anywhere, whichever the coast, nigga
Compare me to them two Ghost niggas
Hail Mary, heart break when they tales ferry
I kissed that girl and I likes it like Kate Perry
The tongue tester
Niggas on the corner juggle O's for the king like a jester
Child of a lesser God
So when I drop the top it's my way of feeling closer to the Lord
Reaching for the heavens
'Til then, I settle for the 7
30 Floors up, a room key at the Westin
With her on her back and her on her knees
My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees
I say, "RAF," they say, "RAH-say-moon"
They think it's real cute while they giving me dome
Liva, huh, the cross I bear
So fly in the purple label cloth I wear
No matter the cost, I make Porsche light clear
Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare
Ferrari, 500 them horse I tear
I circle, I veer, y'all pause like, "Dear"
In the headlights, mami play red light
Green light, and hop that red torch, I steer
It's no law I feared, arm glowing like a roadside flare
Kingpin, so the sawed-off I shared
I carry, I huddled, I dared
I muscled, I bled, I sweated, I teared
Got crowned and got cheered
You 10 grand, quarter pound ration
With 36 flat is the asking, I two-thirds got it for a fraction
The sender, put it in the dash and the fender
Dryer sheets to cover the scent that it renders
Never will it stop
Never, never, never will it stop
Never, never, never will it stop
Never, never, never will it stop
Never will it stop
The 50 in the duffle won't crush
Settles to the bottom like dust
Fuck what you heard
You ain't counting paper like us
A million in the ceiling I can touch
Still don't nothing move but the money
Nothing like 50 bricks wrapped like a mummy
With the return as sure as the second coming
So tongue-numbing, nigga, you can bet your last
Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass
I stay with the fifth since niggas wanna grab
Fast life, get it? Y'all just on a fast
And them hoes never say no 'less they on they rag
Louis bags, I trick 'em with good faith
In hopes they return the favor with good face
Mentally, my mind in a good place
Wake up every morning admiring landscape
Hell, even my garage a menage
Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars
Million dollar deposits, you suffer from withdrawals
I got the game in the bag like I'm Claus
Never will it stop
Never, never, never will it stop
Never, never, never will it stop
Never, never, never will it stop
Never will it stop
The 50 in the duffle won't crush
Settles to the bottom like dust
Fuck what you heard
You ain't counting paper like us
A million in the ceiling I can touch