Miyagi Mafia - Cant Stop Lyrics

I can't stop now
Lemme see you with
Your top down
I can't stop you
Lemme hear what
Are my options
Press through my code
You the one
I don't need no gun
I don't need no funds
Ima real nigga
I don't do this for fun
I don't do this dance
Here for my friends
Im doing flips
Flip dinero
Bitch sayin hello
Got Saint Laurent
My heart feel
The rillo
Punch ya chest
Aint like the rest
The best to flex
Hold up
Hot, hot
I pop the rocks
Better to bet
Another dollar on it
Take your money oh shit
If you wonder where the rest is
Best sent to heaven
While you sleeping on em
The fat pack
To bring it up on
Body bouncing
And bumping
Up in the funk
Wouldn't wanna be ya
If you knew the song
Where the burn hits
This the office
Paper work
Can't stand the monsters
Better yet I might
Just burn up
Don't know
Why I got it
But I do know this
You aint ready for the city
Grab a hand
And we'll flip
Baby light it
Won't you light it
Light the microphone
Sing
It's complicated
It's complicated
I can't stop now
Lemme see you with your
With top your down
I can't stop you
Lemme hear what
Are my options
Said who you know
In the club
I can't let you in
You dont got no friends here
I deliver
Pack on the side
I get fried
And right by my side
A Smith and Wesson
You need a lesson
I observed
So pack ya lunch
And now hand it over
I can't absolve
All of my sermons
But if you heard me
Then you'd know Better
That's no vendetta
That I observe
Is you worried
That I might hurry
And trip myself
Worry bout your self
Im worried
Where my best is
Sitting in the club with my bestie
I can't stop now
Lemme see you
With your top down
I can't stop ya
Lemme hear what
Are my options

I can't stop now
Lemme see you with
Your top down
I can't stop you
Lemme hear what
Are my options
Press through my code
You the one
I don't need no gun
I don't need no funds
Ima real nigga
I don't do this for fun
I don't do this dance
Here for my friends
Im doing flips
Flip dinero
Bitch sayin hello
Got Saint Laurent
My heart feel
The rillo
Punch ya chest
Aint like the rest
The best to flex
Hold up
Hot, hot
I pop the rocks
Better to bet
Another dollar on it
Take your money oh shit
If you wonder where the rest is
Best sent to heaven
While you sleeping on em
The fat pack
To bring it up on
Body bouncing
And bumping
Up in the funk
Wouldn't wanna be ya
If you knew the song
Where the burn hits
This the office
Paper work
Can't stand the monsters
Better yet I might
Just burn up
Don't know
Why I got it
But I do know this
You aint ready for the city
Grab a hand
And we'll flip
Baby light it
Won't you light it
Light the microphone
Sing
It's complicated
It's complicated
I can't stop now
Lemme see you with your
With top your down
I can't stop you
Lemme hear what
Are my options
Said who you know
In the club
I can't let you in
You dont got no friends here
I deliver
Pack on the side
I get fried
And right by my side
A Smith and Wesson
You need a lesson
I observed
So pack ya lunch
And now hand it over
I can't absolve
All of my sermons
But if you heard me
Then you'd know Better
That's no vendetta
That I observe
Is you worried
That I might hurry
And trip myself
Worry bout your self
Im worried
Where my best is
Sitting in the club with my bestie
I can't stop now
Lemme see you
With your top down
I can't stop ya
Lemme hear what
Are my options