King Combs and Kodak Black - Can't Stop Won't Stop

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
Can't stop, won't stop, nigga (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, never stop
Can't stop, won't stop, never

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done fucked on Reesha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you thinkin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' fooly and what?

Still got the fire in my eyes but I changed though
Suck my dick, bitch, I'm too rich to drive a Range Rove'
Lil' Haiti baby, I remember stealin' mangoes
How 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, that's my language (woo)
I just put some Cartiers on my main bitch (Carti')
I just put some Valentino on my main ho (on 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" (what? what?)
Yeah, uh
We outside again
Couple goons with me, we ain't hidin' it
Brand new Cullinan, that's what we slidin' in (uh)
Bad lil' bitch, I Prada her, that pussy good, she proud of it (proud of it)
I can't fall in love 'cause that money be my bottom bitch
But she still suck it and she swallow it (yeah, yeah)
All these niggas steady hatin' 'cause more money bring more problems
And we'll let these niggas talk then we gon' silence it
King

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done fucked on Reesha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you thinkin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' fooly and what?

It might look light but it's heavy like my Jesus
Might rock a throwback like I'm Fab with the chick too
Fuck with me, baby, I got DeLeón and blunts too
She text me, "Where you at?" I sent the addy, come through
Now she in love with me 'cause she ain't used to luxury
Why would I hate on you? I do my thing comfortably
I'm not the one, I'm not the two, you know it, C3
She brushin' off my ways, talkin' 'bout, she need me (ooh)

Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done fucked on Reesha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you thinkin', enjoy
I was locked twenty-three and one
Now I ball like 23, AND1
Sniper Gang, I'm always playin' manhunt
I'm the one who killed lil' fooly and what?

As we proceed
To give you what you need
Kodak
King Combs
Bad Boy

Written by:
Afolabi Rosjii, Bill Kahan Kapri, Christian Casey Combs, Sean Combs, Gamal Lewis, Raymond James Smith Jr.

Publisher:
Lyrics © FETCH PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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