Stop It

I got some money to spend, aye aye

I got some money to spend

I got some money to spend

I got some money to spend

I got some money to spend






Man young having money poppin', not the bat

I'ma hop out on the net

For my city for the bet (bet)

Bad bitches, bust it down

All waves are automatic

Got the drinks, got the pounds

Why you playin' with the dabs though?






Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)






I got purp by the liter

I got pounds in the duffle

I got cash in the freezer

We don't clash in the huddle

Bottles with the dope, hot

Smokin' dope, lean, work bust it open

Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler

Wrist, bust it open






Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Models got the bottles

Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Bad bitches, marble floors

Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Magic City, calm it down

Hit Atlanta, me and TIP






Bust it open, want it freaky

Yeah she want it on the top

And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings






Man young having money poppin', not the bat

I'ma hop out on the net

For my city for the bet (bet)

Bad bitches, bust it down

All waves are automatic

Got the drinks, got the pounds

Why you playin' with the dabs though?






Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)






Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Models got the bottles

Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Bad bitches, mob the floors

Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Magic City, calm it down

Hit Atlanta, me and TIP






Blue cheese, revenue

I got big stacks sitting on the avenue

And when these suckas violate man, I hate to do it, but I still get 'em whacked for a band or two

And nigga really though? I ain’t going back and forth with you, we ain’t on no tennis court

And nigga talk big, when you still know how to bid it though

Ain't wanna let down

Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger

Yeah, give they ass what they came for

Shooter totin' them flamethrower

Known to hit what they aim for

Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don

This watch of mine is a 1 of 1

Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones

Plus a hunna hunnas

Binding stacks on another

I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands

I seen felons turn they backs on one another

Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter

Man this shit is awful






Man young having money poppin', not the bat

I'ma hop out on the net

For my city for the bet (bet)

Bad bitches, bust it down

All waves are automatic

Got the drinks, got the pounds

Why you playin' with the dabs though?






Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)






Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Models got the bottles

Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Bad bitches, mob the floors

Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top

Magic city, calm it down

Hit Atlanta, me and TIP