Won’t Stop lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
In the trap with some killers on the real
Real man, I am man

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
On the real, I'mma stack me a million
On the real, I'mma f*ck this n*gga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, damn
On the real, on it, on it

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Kush in my hands, wake up smoking them grams
She say I'm the man, can't keep her face out my pants
Hand full of rings, gold on my sink
Don't even f*ck with you, f*ck what you think
Covered in ink
b*tches in love with me cause of my money
I know there'd be days like this
But, never knew I would wake up, roll a joint, do my thing, and get paid like this
I walk in the bank, the shark out the tank
I give 'em that thing, he gone aim and don't blink
He aimin', don't blink
I'm doing everything that you can't
[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
Talkin' G's but you ain't 'round none
Get a pound in your city man, it ain't 'bout nothin'
If I gotta send it on a plane, I'mma get it
Give a f*ck what a n*gga think, boy I'm with it

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
On the real, I'mma stack me a million
On the real, I'mma f*ck this n*gga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, damn
On the real, on it, on it

[Verse 2: Tuki Carter]
You n*ggas some haters
You n*ggas not playas, you n*ggas is fakers
You n*ggas is faker than ghosts by (?)
You n*ggas did salty, high sodium
The f*ck is you sayin'?
I'm focused on camera, the f*ck is you sayin'?
You suckers is pus*y
You focused on f*ckin' the plans
Roll through the city, I'm rollin' with your ho
My n*gga have no hope
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch and her pus*y is so-so, be rolling up your dough
Your n*ggas ain't loyal, your whole crew was po-po but one of them rich
The rest of them (?), but most of you flex
A n*gga that don't know you, don't know
My n*ggas got six cals more than your four-four
Pop up your top, one more shot to the top of your block
With that chop, you drop
You be talkin' no mo'
My b*tches get b*tches that come with more b*tches, ya'll n*ggas ain't got no hoes
We come to your city, we takin' your biddies and leavin' out with bolos
Your n*ggas is smokin' that 50, ya'll ain't even keepin' that sh*t hunna
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
On the real, I'mma stack me a million
On the real, I'mma f*ck this n*gga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, damn
On the real, on it, on it