How Can I Stop

Lyrics

[Intro: Kristi Lauren] I've been waiting my whole life For another thousand myles Grinded my whole life Watching this money pile And I just keep on counting And I just keep on counting And I just keep on counting How can I stop? How can I stop? How can I stop? How can I stop? How can I stop? How can I stop? How can I stop? [Verse: BandGang Javar] I'm convinced, they don't wanna see your money piling I'm determined, I just wanna see my mama smiling She tought me how to watch for niggas, they be out here plotting Said I'm stuck in these streets, I'm just like my father Unc told me fuck the jewelry, get rich and silance When they know you got that cake, they gon' ask for slices Crawl before you walk, that advice was priceless Ran up a chеck, still act broke, I be out herе grinding Couple balls, couple bands, see, I took them losses Paid a couple niggas' bail, 'cause they took them charges Could've got a lesser sentence, D.A. tried to bargan But you know all my niggas solid, ain't nobody talking Me and Keemo made 50 in that white jeap Tour of Lancing, it only took us five weeks He get out in five weeks Just put some money on his books, to make sure he eat Feds applying pressure, tryna break the team Persevere, I had the lawyer plan deep He beat my mama case back in 03 He treat the court like coke back in 03 They say you are who you hang around Big Money BandGang, AKA the mob And we be with the ShredGang, don't get out of line That bro pop up at your job, while I'm out of town Take 17, get 32, when I'm out of town That's an 8 hour drive, couple hundred myles It's that shit that get a nigga a couple hundred thou So we gon' roll out this bitch, til they shut it down They ain't never seen this shit, they be telling lies My bitch driving while I'm counting every last dime 300 20's, 20 hundreds, and a lot of 5's Stash them in between the seats, and just pray to God Nigga came to court, [?] the streets Judge took his life from him, put him on a T R.I.P. [?] caught him in the streets Feel like we was just chilling, now he on a T They shot my car up like Suge Night's Call bro [?] the same night Call D, said he slipping at the red light Told him fuck around with him, it's a green light Feds looking for [?], kicked his door in They want us on the same indictment, got us boxed in Mama told me might as well turn myself in If they want me, they gon' have to do they job then