Never Will It Stop

[Intro: Pusha T]

Never will it stop

The 50 in the duffel won't crush

It settles to the bottom like dust

Fuck what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Go-getter, I come from the corner like most niggas

Now from afar, I toast niggas, roast niggas

Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga

Compare me to them two ghost niggas -- Hail Mary

Heart break when they tales fairy

I kissed that girl and I likes it, like Kate Perry

The tongue-tester

Niggas on the corner juggle Os for the king, like a jester

Child of a lesser, God, so when I drop the top

It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord

Reaching for the heavens; 'til then, I settle for the 7

30 floors upper, room key at the Western

With her on her back, and her on her knees

My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees

I say Raph, they say Raf Simon

They think it's real cute while they giving me dome

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]

Liva, heh, the cross I bear

So fly in that Purple Label cloth I wear

No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear

Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare

Ferrari 500, them horse I tear

I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer

In the headlights, mami play red light, green light

And hop that red torch I steer

There's no law I've feared, arm glowin' like a roadside flare

King-pin so the soft I shared

I carried, I huddled, I dared, I muscled, I bled

I sweated, I teared, got crowned and got cheered

You 10 grand quarter pound ration

Went 36 flat, that's a asking, now two-thirds got it for a fraction

A cinder, put it in the dash in the fender

Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders

[Chorus: Pusha T]

Never will it stop

Ever, never, never will it stop

Ever, never, never will it stop

Ever, never, never will it stop

Never will it stop

The 50 in the duffel won't crush

It settles to the bottom like dust

Fuck what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us

A million in the ceiling I can touch

[Verse 3: No Malice]

And still don't nothing move but the money

Nothing like 50 bricks wrapped like the mummy

With the return ensures the second coming

So tongue-numbing nigga, you can bet your last

Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass!

I stay with the fifth since niggas want to grab

Fast life, get it? Y'all is on the fast

And them hoes never say no 'less they on they rag

Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith

In hopes they return the favor, with good face

Mentally, my mind in a good place

Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape

Hell, even my garage a menage

Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars

Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals

I got in the game in the bag like I'm Claus

[Chorus: Pusha T]

Never will it stop

Ever, never, never will it stop

Ever, never, never will it stop

Ever, never, never will it stop

Never will it stop

The 50 in the duffel won't crush

It settles to the bottom like dust

Fuck what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us

A million in the ceiling I can touch