Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop

[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 bitch 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 nigga incoherent They tryna stop the wave and get washed up in the vectors These niggas act like pimples, poppin' under pressure Feeling like T-Mac way back in '03 I ain’t on no bullshit, that was the old me Doing what I want fuck, 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 Bitch I’m never quitting, guaranteed I’m winnin' Balling I’m like Pippen, Chapo never simpin' Bitch 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 bitch 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, bitch It’s the Wavy Wonder Smoking on that loud, make you wake up out your slumber Bitch I’m from la everyday, we in the summer Bitch I’m from L.A., my pack loud like some thunder Hypland with the forces, bitches 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 shits Taking what I get ain’t too much dip on my chip I need to be paid in full bitch 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