Why Stop Now (Static Version)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No time to waste, gotta get this cake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
Yeah
Skating down your block
Bag full of cash
All your opps stopped
I sat there and laughed
He talking like he hoopin'
But you know that boy is trash
One hesitation
Leave that boy up on his ass
I love my money, and I love my gun
And I'd love my shorty, if I had one
But I'm a fuckin' player workin' til the day is done
And when I get home, I'ma have me some fun
Greens all I see
Moneys all I know
All I do is count these pennies, and stack up all my dough
I know your man is jealous, cause Im blowin' up your phone
Why you with that lame, when I'm steady bout to blow?
M.I.A. in the field
All my homies do is keep it real
Baby girl you know the drill
Is you suckin' dick or eatin' pills?
No time to waste, gotta get this cake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
I'm like
Why stop now? Keep going
Yeah
Skating down your block
Bag full of cash
All your opps stopped
I sat there and laughed
He talking like he hoopin'
But you know that boy is trash
One hesitation
Leave that boy up on his ass
I love my money, and I love my gun
And I'd love my shorty, if I had one
But I'm a fuckin' player workin' til the day is done
And when I get home, I'ma have me some fun
Greens all I see
Moneys all I know
All I do is count these pennies, and stack up all my dough
I know your man is jealous, cause Im blowin' up your phone
Why you with that lame, when I'm steady bout to blow?
M.I.A. in the field
All my homies do is keep it real
Baby girl you know the drill
Is you suckin' dick or eatin' pills?
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Writer(s): Traci Morgue
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