lyrics:
I'm the type to make some money and then I move it
type to make you run, give you some bruises
holy fucking shit, you dumb, you stupid
holy fucking shit, you dumb, you stupid

Trying to catch up on my shit I know you messed up
need a miracle, 1oneam,  you bless up

Tryna make some money, yeah get that chedda
Tryna make get money, yeah make that chedda

yeah,
hoes all in my crib
food money, got 12 rack ribs
bitch quit with the fib
onside kitch bitch, this aint no squib

D-Damn
wa-whats there?
cant stop
cant x3
cant stop

cant stop
cant 
cant stop yeah
cant stop woah, yeah, yeah

Can't stop what I'm doing I'm putting this shit in motion
Can't stop what I'm doing I'm flooding this bitch like an ocean
These hoes be mad dry they need some lotion
Lil hoe be grabbin shots, love potions

Steppin up inside, now im feeling like the shit
hoes aint wanna talk till they see im winning
catch up, catch up, you losing it
catch up, catch up, you aint doing shit

Hoe "jus wanna talk", I said no
pulling up the shit "i aint know"
you making so many excuses you a hoe
making so many racks you dont know



CANT STOP (faint)

#NCC #federal 
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CANT STOP (faint)

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