You really have changed now. One time, you were always the best looking kid in the class. But tonight, you haven't done one thing or nothing yet. Don't stop, wanna stop, can't stop. Don't stop, wanna stop, can't stop. Pop off, pop off again. Don't stop, wanna stop, can't stop. Cash rules everything around me, I'm fresh out the slum. Rich bump nigga, now I live dumb. Talkin' bout that cream, leanin' in the tower. Pizza, seven pizzas, got condos in the jungle. The mind stays rich, but the pockets is well built. Violate this little area, get milked. I'm tellin' ya man, don't want no part of this fam. Get plunged in the water like clams. Cake, cake, cake, slices, they wanted the nicest. Stainless steel, sharp swords, dippin' rice in it. Everybody eat, everybody fooled. Just a young bull, light in the filly, still a willy. Pull on him, in the belly with the wall on him. Yo, I sleep when I'm dead, like the hood homies. We'll get it crackin' in the park on Park Hill Narcos. Smoke we let the bones turn to charcoal. Let's get bitchin' kid, signature Louis Rich. Won't stop until there's billions in this bitch. I have many contracts, one hundred and eighteen. Don't stop, don't stop, wanna stop, wanna stop, can't stop. Don't stop, wanna stop, can't stop. I grew up on the rhyme side, that gotta get mine side. That white girl, we mixin' with quiet nines. You playin' strong, ball from the sidelines. While I'm agin' like fine wine, you in in the thuggin' somebody timeline. Between love and hate is a fine line. In these habitual lines, steppers can die tryin'. A New York Islander, my clicks and wide jives. A pocket full of them wide nicks for my clients. Y'all ain't blind, so stop cryin' and stop lyin'. Hakuna Matata, no Mufasa, I'm not lyin'. Who try to spit on that hot iron, you're not iron. The irony, cause that last shot just shot vine. So let's start it with this, son. Motivate em' with this one. If you ain't got no haters, go get some. Is there anybody greater than is none? I sorted nine ladies, but Clay ain't got too many flavors to pick from. Don't stop, wanna stop, can't stop. Don't stop, wanna stop, can't stop. Deuce high when I start my game. It's like you should see a live dog. All you see is sparks and flames. I *** bags and I block my ways. The way I have em' on lock, you would think they gave they heart to bake. Better less baby, ain't no better odds to play. It's hard to fake, my real life is on display. Either love or hate, whatever part you play. I take the best of both worlds like R and J. Old boss, no third party. Produce more murder than Irv Gotti. Like I'm working on my third body. Deck killer quick, 24-7 bed rest. That's how ill it get. Can't stop if I mash the brakes. Got the cash it takes, I might flash my face. Half a egg got me floating like I'm trapped in space. Not safe for your workplace, a basket case. Don't stop, never stop, can't stop. Getting this guap, fat money, not hammer cock. Curry hot, cook up food, hit the block. No sauce, bring it back. Flippin' this stack, dad, free it up, lay it up. Don't stop, never stop, can't stop. Getting this guap, fat money, not hammer cock. Curry hot, cook up food, hit the block. No sauce, bring it back. Flippin' this stack, dad, free it up, lay it up. Quest for success, with my mind on my money. Came a new rhyme saying Wu-Tang is the best. Music. Yeah, peace to Khaled. I have many tortures. One hundred and eighteen. And you know exactly how painful they are. In spite of that, you still made me? I'm sorry. Forgive me. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You could save your breath because you needed to talk to the devil. Don't stop, can't stop. Don't stop, never stop, can't stop. Don't stop, never stop, can't stop. Don't stop, never stop, can't stop. Music.