Stop&Go Lyrics

Counting dope money

Turning nothin into hope money

Where is your money?

When I was broke it was so funny

I got all a those

In Louis, Givenchy w all the hoes

Go Geronimo

I'm stepping Giuseppe thru Prada tho

Pull up n grab shit like a stop n go

I was just broke it feel like so long ago

Got to go

She ain't giving head then she got to go

Impossible

He snitching I think that its probable

Stop some

You need it know you could cop some

Like me there really are none

Got my bitch like you so awesome

I Blossomed

Extra weight I might toss sum

Send a package from CT to Boston

If you need it you know its gone cost sum

That's just how i rock

Dress in shit you cant afford

He can't buy you love

Baby Girl your man is poor

Suicide my doors

Open floor

Bout to score some more

Every kind of Glock if we on tour then they all aboard

If its a wide load then we trucking

Ain't a quarter piece I'm like fuck it

Wearing two tone, two cellphones keep makin all of that ruckus

If it ain't small batch I don't touch it

Just bring me the keys n I'll run it

If you sleeping bitch then I'm tucking

I don't fight back ill be right back w a tool the size of Mcluvin

Don't take another mans drugs

He nauseous he move cautious

He like bagging up w no gloves

I'm off of this cant politic I'm not falling in w no scrubs

I caught a stride

I'm not falling off

It's impossible

That's just how I rock

Dress in shit you cant afford

He can't buy you love

Baby Girl your man is poor

Suicide my doors

Open floor

Bout to score some more

Every kind of Glock if we on tour then they all aboard