Can’t Stop Now
[Verse 1: Cookie Money]
Get rich or die trying, bitch, I'm 50 Cent
I'm getting money, so I'm hated on by many men
Only fuck with real n***as, ain't too many friends
I got your bitch in the Ghost, shooters in the Benz
In the club smoking cookie, bitch, we blowing rent
All my n***as drug dealers, like we Meech and them
I got some killers in the cut, boy, they sleep and shit
Broad day, in your face, ain't no creepin with it
Cook keep a 40 on him, bro, I'm sleepin with it
I know you suckas hating on me, I be peepin shit
Smiling all in my face, all that sneaky shit
Hundred bands on my neck, 80 on my wrist
I'ma flex everyday, and make n***as sick
And I don't even wanna talk, play with your bitch
I'ma let this 40 work, play with them sticks
Yeah I got it out the mud, play with them bricks
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n***as, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n***a run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the shit, don't come around
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
FN tucked in my Goiard belt
Po-pos to the right, so I turned left
I call the shots on the block, n***a, I'm the reff
Working 5 plugs, n***a, I don't need help
YSL luggage, with a whole mill in it
What's that in my pocket? That's your record deal in it
A hundred stacks
200 racks
East Oakland [?] packs
A Hollywood bitch see me, and get curious
All my whips fast, and they furious
50 pounds, 1 box, that's a delivery
Bring my Mexican bitch for some [?]
Took the profit, went and bought a Benzo
Tripple rap it, then send to my kinfolk
Hold these hundred pounds, I might pay your rent, ho
No shirt, 8 chains, Gucci Timbo
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n***as, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n***a run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the shit, don't come around
Get rich or die trying, bitch, I'm 50 Cent
I'm getting money, so I'm hated on by many men
Only fuck with real n***as, ain't too many friends
I got your bitch in the Ghost, shooters in the Benz
In the club smoking cookie, bitch, we blowing rent
All my n***as drug dealers, like we Meech and them
I got some killers in the cut, boy, they sleep and shit
Broad day, in your face, ain't no creepin with it
Cook keep a 40 on him, bro, I'm sleepin with it
I know you suckas hating on me, I be peepin shit
Smiling all in my face, all that sneaky shit
Hundred bands on my neck, 80 on my wrist
I'ma flex everyday, and make n***as sick
And I don't even wanna talk, play with your bitch
I'ma let this 40 work, play with them sticks
Yeah I got it out the mud, play with them bricks
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n***as, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n***a run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the shit, don't come around
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
FN tucked in my Goiard belt
Po-pos to the right, so I turned left
I call the shots on the block, n***a, I'm the reff
Working 5 plugs, n***a, I don't need help
YSL luggage, with a whole mill in it
What's that in my pocket? That's your record deal in it
A hundred stacks
200 racks
East Oakland [?] packs
A Hollywood bitch see me, and get curious
All my whips fast, and they furious
50 pounds, 1 box, that's a delivery
Bring my Mexican bitch for some [?]
Took the profit, went and bought a Benzo
Tripple rap it, then send to my kinfolk
Hold these hundred pounds, I might pay your rent, ho
No shirt, 8 chains, Gucci Timbo
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
Cookie Money getting rich on these n***as, and I can't stop now
And I need [?] no handouts
If a n***a run up on me, then it's man down
You ain't really with the shit, don't come around