Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop lyrics

[Chorus]
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Pocket full of money
Riding on my wave
And I can't stop, won’t stop
Smoking on that God pack
Flying to the bag
I'on got no jet lag
I’m tryna be great
Why you hating with your b*tch ass
All 'bout that action
I'on believe that chit-chat
My skin intimidating
Melanin make them so mad
I gotta work harder just because
My skin black
But you know I can’t stop won’t stop

[Verse 1]
Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?
Smoking on these cookies, 'til a n*gga incoherent
They tryna stop the wave and get washed up in the vectors
These n*ggas act like pimples, poppin' under pressure
Feeling like T-Mac way back in '03
I ain’t on no bullsh*t, that was the old me
Doing what I want f*ck, what you think 'bout me
At the end of the day, only God can judge me, ayy
Smoking on that pack, rolling off a molly
Flyin' to the stack, if you get left, no I’m not sorry
Should’ve stop playin' games, you didn’t know I been ballin'
Aura got me shinin', Aura got you squinting
Cookies me reekin', locked up like San Quentin
b*tch I’m never quitting, guaranteed I’m winnin'
Balling I’m like Pippen, Chapo never simpin'
b*tch I'm too wavy, you wonder how I get it
[Chorus]
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Pocket full of money
Riding on my wave
And I can't stop, won’t stop
Smoking on that God pack
Flying to the bag
I'on got no jet lag
I’m tryna be great
Why you hating with your b*tch ass
All 'bout that action
I'on believe that chit-chat
My skin intimidating
Melanin make them so mad
I gotta work harder just because
My skin black
But you know I can’t stop won’t stop

[Verse 1]
You know who it is, b*tch It’s the Wavy Wonder
Smoking on that loud, make you wake up out your slumber
b*tch I’m from la everyday, we in the summer
b*tch I’m from L.A., my pack loud like some thunder
Hypland with the forces, b*tches askin' for my number
Dreads long hang time, like Vince Carter
Jumping over competition, I don’t care if you taller
I ain’t holding back, I’ll rather die as a martyr, ayy!
I’m thinking of a master plan, 'cause ain’t nothin' but sweat in my hands, yeah yeah
Clutch time clock finna hit triple zip
So I need know if you really with the sh*ts
Taking what I get ain’t too much dip on my chip
I need to be paid in full b*tch I want all of it
My pockets hungry and they need to get fed
I’m workin' to be great even when I’m dead
I put that on my dreads