Can’t stop, won’t stop, nigga (yeah)Can’t stop, won’t stop, never stopCan’t stop, won’t stop, never
Can’t stop, won’t stop, Bad BoyI was upgradin’ from my last toyI done fucked on Lisa, Keisha and JoyAnd I ain’t trippin’ if you ain’t takin’ any joyI was locked twenty-three and oneNow I ball like twenty-three and oneSniper Gang, I’m always playin’ manhuntI’m the one who kept it foolin’ and what?
Seek out the fire in my eyes, but I changed thoughSuck my dick, bitch, I’m too rich to drive a Range RoverLil’ hater baby, I remember stealin’ mangoesHow my side bitch fuck better than my main ho? (Woo)How my side bitch fuck better than my main bitch?Every nigga say it’s smoke, they get extinguished
I just talk that Guapanese, it’s my language (woo)I just put some Cartiers on my main bitch (fuck)I just put some Valentino on my main ho (my main ho)Bad Boy chain bussin’ like the rainbow (bussin’)I’m off Yak, I’m with Yak in the Lambo (Yak)Yellin’ out the window, “Money ain’t a thing, ho”Yeah, uhWe outside again
Couple goons with me, we ain’t hidin’ inBrand new Cullinan, that’s what we slidin’ in (uh)Bad lil’ bitch, I Prada, that pussyGuess you proud of it (proud of it)I can’t fall in love ’cause that money be my bottom bitchBut she still suck it, and then she swallow it (yeah, yeah)All these niggas steady hating ’cause more money be more problemsAin’t gon’ let these niggas talkin’, we gon’ silence itKing
Can’t stop, won’t stop, Bad BoyI was upgradin’ from my last toyI done fucked on Lisa, Keisha and JoyAnd I ain’t trippin’ if you ain’t takin’ any joyI was locked twenty-three and oneNow I ball like twenty-three and oneSniper Gang, I’m always playin’ manhuntI’m the one who kept it foolin’ and what?
It might look light, but it’s heavy like my JesusMight rock a throwback like I’m Fab with the check tooFuck with me, baby, I got DeLeón and blunts tooShe text me, “Where you at?”I sent the addy, come throughNow she in love with me ’cause she ain’t used to luxuryWhy would I hate on you? I do my thing comfortablyI’m not the one, I’m not the two, you know it, C3She brushin’ up my ways, talking ’bout, she need me (ooh)
Can’t stop, won’t stop, Bad BoyI was upgradin’ from my last toyI done fucked on Lisa, Keisha and JoyAnd I ain’t trippin’ if you ain’t takin’ any joyI was locked twenty-three and oneNow I ball like twenty-three and oneSniper Gang, I’m always playin’ manhuntI’m the one who kept it foolin’ and what?
As we proceedTo give you what you needKodakKing CombsBad Boy