Never Stopping

歌詞

(Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?) Oh (Ay-ay-ayo, Bleu) You know, fuck wrong with niggas? (Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?) (Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in) Hm, oh, huh Slow down, huh, hold on Baby, get ya' roll, like- Oh, my eyes fucked up Tell her, "Slow down" Get ya' roll on, fuck that Let me start over, look, hold on, hold on Nene, I don't need ya' Chelsea, nah, nah Rolls inside my pocket, that's that Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah Keep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the scene, huh, huh Flip my clip then-, huh Hit that bitch like- Like mmm, mmm I keep that shit inside my system to put up with you I take this money, buy my cars or some brand new shoes I had to tell 'em give me bars for to catch my groove I took that bitch and did her bad in my recording room I gave that bitch some bands too I see some shit 'bout church on TV then I turn it off I ain't talking money, I walk straight off, I ain't tryna hear that at all Bitch, get me on then top me off, my life ain't script at all Fucked up, but I ain't fucked up, thank God I made it out I'll throw you sum', I'm turnt up YoungBoy, I stay jaded You gon' try sum', get your head split You gots to be fucking crazy Bitch just want my money, she ain't gon' spend it on my baby This bitch ain't give me nothin', she must thinkin' that she played me I know that I ain't shit but this ho say that I'm amazing Ho, bitch, slow down Told her get her roll on Please, don't call Young Boy phone, huh They thought the legal beat me Bitch, I'm rich, you can't catch up I ran it up, they see me, and I'm barely showin' love Put that bitch on TV, huh, huh, smoke that boy All my bitches love me, I cut that extra ho like- Nene, I don't need ya' Chelsea, nah, nah Rolls inside my pocket, that's that Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah Try me once, now want me to take you back Hell nah, hell nah, huh, hell nah Ooh, huh Bitch tryna get mad and dive in my shit, she tryna fuck up my groove Know I get mad, as bad as a bitch, and she can't get no shoes Hop out that bitch, fit straight all rainbow, bitch, you know I'm a fool Who? Who? Who they talkin' to? Whack that man and then I do my dance, like, bitch, I been the truth Get them bands and do the running man, my bitch gon' bring my food, huh Tell 'em fuck 'em, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stu' (Ooh) Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga? Huh, YoungBoy, I'm caught up with steppin' Bang out, I'm with it, whatever Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play? I don't need ya' Chelsea, oh, hell nah (Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)