WIZ KHALIFA - Wont Stop lyrics
rate meReal, man!
Bitch you’re booming, want some more, nigga
Hook:
On the real, I’m on the trap with some killers
On the real, I’mma stack me a million
On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
Damn, on the real!
On it, on it
Kush in my hands, wake up smoking them grams
She say I'm the man, can't keep her face out my pants
(Uh, shit)
Hand full of rings, gold on my saint
Don't even fuck with you, fuck what you think
Covered in ink
Bitches are loving me cause of my money!
I know there'd be days like this
But, never knew I would wake up,
Roll a joint, do my thing, and get paid like this
I walk in the bank, the shark out the tank
I give 'em that thing, he gone aim and don't blink
He aiming, don't blink
I'm doing everything that you can't!
Talking Gs but you ain't round none
Get a pound in your city man, it ain't about nothing
If I gotta send it on a plane, I'mma get it
Give a fuck what a nigga think,
Boy, I'm with it!
Hook:
On the real, I’m on the trap with some killers
On the real, my money stacked to the ceiling
On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
Damn, on the real!
On it, on it!
You niggas some haters
You niggas not playas, you niggas is fakers,
You niggas is faker than, they go...
You niggas did salty, high sodium
The fuck is you saying?
I'm focused on camera, the fuck is you saying?
You suckers is pussy
You focused on fucking the plans
Rolling through city, I'm rolling with your hoe
My nigga have no hope.
I'm fucking your bitch in the pussy
And so-so we’re rolling up your dough
Your niggas ain't loyal,
Your whole crew was... but one of them rich
The rest of them ... but most of you flex
A nigga that don't know, you don't know
My niggas got six calls more than your four-four
Pop up your top, one more shot to the top of your block
With that chop, you drop, you be talking no mo'
My bitches get bitches that come with more bitches,
Ya’ll niggas ain't got no hoes
We come to your city, we taking your biddies and leaving out with ...
Your niggas is smoking that 50,
Ya’ll ain't even keeping that shit hundred!
Hook:
On the real, I’m on the trap with some killers
On the real, my money stack to the ceiling
On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
On the real, I just won't stop going hard
On the real, on it, on it
On the real, on it, on it
Damn, on the real!
On it, on it
