Ya Don't Stop

Yeah, baby bro
Ya don't stop, don't stop
It's the biggest in the game, you know what it is (M-M-M)
Yo (Maybach Music)

Tears in my face, bags still at Chase
All white ones at the pearly white gates
Trunk full of bass, white tigers at the crib (uh)
Joe Exotic pets in the bed with a bitch (uh)
Duckin' the feds with a brick
Shots in the crowd, like it plays with the Knicks
Lean like LeBron, very rare that I miss
Cars by the sets, every pair that I pick (uh)

Lamborghini on the wrist, how you braggin' on the watch?
You just a preemie with the chips, boy
Cold nights play with my heart, you'd rather hold lice
Roll dice, head crack, no longer low lifes
Abort the projects we was raised in
Bust down a million and send it to niggas caged in (uh)
Hundred kilos in the Days Inn
I'm tryna get it like niggas who still payin' rent (biggest)
Maybach Music, that's right
(Ya, ya don't stop, don't stop)

Whoa, yeah, never satisfied, forever appetite (what?)
Jesus Christ, they don't know nothin' 'bout sacrifice (nothin')
Niggas want the perks without doin' all the work (what?)
They don't see all of the hard work, they just see all the results (yeah, baby bro)

Bitch, we never satisfied (never), forever appetite (what?)
Jesus Christ, they don't know nothin' 'bout sacrifice (woah)
Niggas want the perks without doin' all the work (ya don't stop)
Don't stop, nigga (don't stop)

I don't stop, I can't stop, I won't stop, I can't breathe
Especially when your knee is on top, deep breath (uh)
Microphone drop, I keep going like the freeway
Shutout Freeway, it's the Roc
I got guns like Fortnite, a sharp tongue for sword fights
I look like a born again Christian Dior, right?
I'm not contrite, I ain't litty, my nigga, I'm dynamite
Keep a Rowdy Roddy Piper for niggas who get too piped up

I'm a sniper with this rifle, I'm spittin' like it's a cypher
You decipher, is you Mike, is you Bedford, or is you Tyson?
I got ice on top of ice on my neck, crawlin' like spiders
Spider-Man mask, gun in my hand, before the virus
I sleep with one eye open, one closed, like a pirate
I'm a gun on silent, pew-pew-pew, pump up the volume
Shots come at high volume, you slumpin' like you on Valium
Money don't stop, Arabian money, I need a camel, nigga
(Ya don't stop, don't stop)

Whoa, yeah, never satisfied, forever appetite (what?)
Jesus Christ, they don't know nothin' 'bout sacrifice (nothin')
Niggas want the perks without doin' all the work (what?)
They don't see all of the hard work, they just see all the results (yeah, baby bro)

Bitch, we never satisfied (never), forever appetite (what?)
Jesus Christ, they don't know nothin' 'bout sacrifice (whoa)
Niggas want the perks without doin' all the work (ya don't stop)
Don't stop, nigga (don't stop)

Yeah, baby bro
Ya don't stop, don't stop
Ya don't stop, don't stop



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Rick Ross, Sean Michael Leonard Anderson, Dwayne Michael Carter Jr.
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