Kunci: C minor
Verse 1
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
A
Bm
C#m
Don't stop, never stop,
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
can't stop
Don't stop, never stop,
Am
Bm
C#m
F#m
can't stop
Verse 2
Cash rules everything around me,
Bm
I'm fresh out the slum
F#m
Rich bum nigga, now I live dumb
Talking 'bout that cream
leaning in the tower
Bm
C#m
Beans is seven pieces got
G#m
the pockets is well- filled
F#m
E
Let's violate this lil' area,
get milk
F#m
I'm telling you, man,
Bm
you don't want no part of this, fam
Get punched in the water
KKK, slices, they one of the nicest
Stainless steel, sharp swords,
dipped in ricin
Everybody eating, everybody full
Just a young bull lighting a Philly,
Ball on 'em in the Bentley
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with the wall on 'em
C#m
F#m
Yo, I'll sleep when I'm dead,
C#m
Bm
like the hood, homies
Who get it cracking in the park homes?
Park hill narcos, smoke and let
F#m
the bones turn to charcoal
Let's get richer, kid
Signature Luis rich won't stop until
Bm
C#m
there's billions in this bitch
Verse 3
don't stop
Bm
Don't stop, never stop,
can't stop
G#m
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Verse 4
A
I grew up on the rhyme side,
Bm
that "gotta get mine" side
That white girl, we mix it with quinine
A
While I'm aging like fine wine,
G#m
F#m
you internet thuggin' somebody timeline
Between love and hate is a fine line
Bm
In these ha bitual line steppers
A New York calendar,
my clicks and rock gine
A pocket full of that white
F#m
Y'all ain't buying,
Bm
stop crying and stop lying
F#m
Hakuna Matata, no
Mufasa, I'm not lion
You try to spit on that hot iron,
you not iron
Bm
The irony 'cause that last shot,
you shot vibe
C#m
So let's start it with this, son,
Bm
F#m
motivate him with this one
Bm
You ain't got no haters,
go get some
C#m
F#m
Is anybody greater? There is none
Assorted 'Now And Laters', my clan
C#m
got too many flavors to pick from
Verse 5
F#m
C#m
Don't stop, nev er stop, can't stop
F#m
Don't stop, never stop, can't stop
Verse 6
F#m
Deuce high when I start my game
It's like you should see live y'all,
Bm
all you see is sparks and flames
F#m
Bm
I grab bags and I park my ways,
the way I have 'em all locked
You would think they
gave they heart to bait
ain't no better odds to play
C#m
F#m
It's hard to fake,
my real life is on display
Either love or hate whatever part you play
C#m
F#m
I take the best of both
G#m
worlds like R. and Jay
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Own boss, no third party
Bm
F#m
Produce more murder than Irv Gotti
Like I'm working on my third body
Deck, kill it quick
24 7 bed
Bm
F#m
rest, that's how ill it get
Can't stop if I mash the brakes
C#m
F#m
Bm
Got the cash it takes,
I might flash my face
F#m
Half a eighth got me floating
like I'm trapped in space
C#m
Bm
C#m
Not safe for your workplace,
Bm
F#m
a basket case
Verse 7
Don't stop, never stop
Can't stop getting this guap
Bm
Fat money not, hammer cock, curry hot
F#m
Cook a fool, hit the block
G#m
No shorts, bring it back
F#m
Flip ping this, stack that
Bm
Free it up, weight it up
F#m
Don't stop, never stop
Can't stop getting this guap
Fat money not, hammer cock, curry hot
Cook a fool, hit the block
No shorts, bring it back
Bm
Flipping this, stack that
F#m
Free it up, weight it up
Quest to success with my
mind on my money
Bm
F#m
Bm
Came a new rhyme saying "Wu- Tang is the be st" music
Outro 1
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A
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