Can’t Stop

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Birdman, T-Pain] Yeah, shinin' (Hey), grindin' on the shine (Hey) Flippin' all the time when we hustlin' (Na, na-na-na) Y-Young Money gunnin', C-Cash Money flippin' (No, no, no) Shit them every time when we grindin' cause we gettin' (Ah-ah) Flippin' the change range and doin' different thangs (Ah, ah) Hittin' the same lanes but flippin' didn't change Yeah, higher than we ever been (Hey, hey, hey, hey) More money, now more money, bitch, we born to win (yeah, okay) [Chorus: T-Pain] You know I can't stop (Can't stop), I won't stop (I won't stop) I feel like everybody's trying to kill me So I don't stop (Stop), 'till I'm on top (Top, hey) And God keeps telling me I will be If you feel to lose, you know what to do You know what to do - put your hands up in the air (Oh, in the air) You can make it through All you gotta do - put your hands up in the air (Oh, in the air) [Verse 2: Birdman, T-Pain] Shinin' bright lights, hotter than them other lights The real life flash mash on the same night More money, now we brighter then we even been Hundred thousand poppin' bottles, bitch we goin' in Crystal lights, blowin' on that Khaled dro Turkey bag, hundred thou on the marble floor Rainbow, red-bone with the triple color (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Hurricane, make it rain, bitch, every summer (Yeah, okay) [Chorus: T-Pain] You know I can't stop (Can't stop), I won't stop (I won't stop) I feel like everybody's trying to kill me So I don't stop (Stop), 'till I'm on top (Top, hey) And God keeps telling me I will be If you feel to lose, you know what to do You know what to do - put your hands up in the air (Oh, in the air) You can make it through All you gotta do - put your hands up in the air (Oh, in the air) [Verse 3: Birdman & T-Pain] Yachts on deck, straps on deck Sticks on deck, Stunna island, private jets (Na, na-na-na, no, no, no) Put the house on Gin, and nigga we place the bet From hundred G's to flippin' hundred, bitch we hit the liq' (Ah-ah, ah, ah) High on the hill, the view above the falls Smashin' in the field, 100 balls home You know how we do it, bossin' up, brand new (Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, okay) Uptown survivor, money ready to shoot [Chorus: T-Pain] You know I can't stop (Can't stop), I won't stop (I won't stop) I feel like everybody's trying to kill me So I don't stop (Stop), 'till I'm on top (Top, hey) And God keeps telling me I will be If you feel to lose, you know what to do You know what to do - put your hands up in the air (Oh, in the air) You can make it through All you gotta do - put your hands up in the air (Oh, in the air) [Outro: Birdman] Yeah Blaaat