Stop It lyrics

by

Big Sean


[Intro]
I'ma tell you broke n*ggas something
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[Verse 1]
Make money, no vacation
Pay cash, don't make payments
Getting high like I'm eighteen
But I've been rich since the late eighties
Backstage, naked ladies
Popping pills and swallowing babies
Bad b*tches ain't come to play
She gon' give me head before I go on stage
New car, a couple, a hundred, ain't nothin' I call it play money
Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley, Juicy stay stuntin'
Street n*ggas, we packing them tools
Play with it, make action news
Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two
Real n*gga I'm 100, I sip lean and I chase money
n*ggas out here saving hoes, n*ggas need to be saving money
Made mine, can't take it from me
Hit the club, I take your woman
Take her home, get some head
Wake up breakfast in bed
Yeah n*gga that's grits and eggs
Rich b*tch don't forget the bread
Up and down that interstate
I move weight, that's Jenny Craig
I'ma f*ck me a model, I'ma f*ck me a model
You only get to live one time, so I'ma f*ck me a model
[Hook]
I make money all day then I ball with the profits
n*ggas hating on me, I tell em hating n*ggas stop it
Go f*ck with a b*tch, get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack, blowing on this strong

I make money all day then I ball with the profits
n*ggas hating on me, I tell em hating n*ggas stop it
Go f*ck with a b*tch, get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack, blowing on this strong

[Interlude]
Straight out of north Memphis n*gga
20 years in
Still rich and ain’t gon stop getting rich
Told you n*ggas I ain’t gon' never gonna stop getting money
Let’s get it

[Verse 2]
b*tch you ain’t no killer and real n*ggas don’t talk
Start sh*t in this club, It’s going down in the parking lot
n*ggas get killed everyday, we ain't shedding no tears
n*ggas can’t keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years
Yo homie f*cking yo b*tch and she ain't sucking your c*ck
Them n*ggas ain't holding you down and you call them n*ggas yo dogs
They really out here hating, so stay strapped up like a tank
They got guns they got in movies except they not shootin' blanks
Pass straight in broad daylight, they don’t care who looking
Young n*ggas got something to prove, n*gga think he pus*y
Playing round in my hood and they'll smoke you like a Swisher
We don’t play 'bout money and we don’t play with them pistols
[Hook]
I make money all day then I ball with the profits
n*ggas hating on me, I tell em hating n*ggas stop it
Go f*ck with a b*tch, get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack, blowing on this strong

I make money all day then I ball with the profits
n*ggas hating on me, I tell em hating n*ggas stop it
Go f*ck with a b*tch, get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack, blowing on this strong
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