Stop!!!

(Hold on stop, oh woah) (I ride the beats for a living, oh yeah) (I get money so I'm not kidding, oh yeah) (Get the diamonds, Im destined on Rollies, shit) (We caught him and we hit from the head up, oh yeah) (I got guap now that bitch know she hate me, oh yeah) (I get diamonds I'm never outdated, woah) I'm all in my feelings Medication, dedication, I'm healing Sometimes I have no feelings Why can't you heal me? Stop (uh huh) I ride the beats for a living Hit that bitch from the back, in the back of the coupe So you know that a nigga be living (wild) Pulling up in an alien coupe, I got stars on the roof So you know I aint tripping (skirr) Rocking Christian Dior, I got Js on my feet So you know that a young nigga dripping I'm really running up bands for a living I'll really make it cus' yeah I'm committed Getting love from the city that I wasn't feeling Music a drug to me, and it give me good a feeling What do you want? (What do you want?) I could hear the meter getting close to my stick Gotta clutch my stick cus' I'm getting a hint (Turn off the phone yeah) (I could hear the radar getting closer) (I could hear-) Stop (the evil getting closer woah) I'm all in my feelings I'm all in my feelings I'm all in my feelings Look like I took a risk, put yo love in it Hope the new Cartier stay, you know I just put a new dub in it Pulling out, back the whip and it feel like I'm close in it (Everything chasing me yeah) (Why it feel like evil keep on chasing me huh?) (Why it feel like money keep on me chasing me huh?) (Why it feel like problems keep on chasing me huh?, no!) Stop I ride the beats for a living Yeah the police behind me but I do not care I be swerving the police be tripping Hit the bank for a mil', I come out with a hundo' Yeah I call that money business And you know that I be counting them hundreds I be going in wild wild In the city you know I go wild wild In the nosebleeds you know I go loud loud It's my turn everybody got time out I'm the chosen one, yea I'm the star child Took a risk Look at my wrist, and watch the Cartier glist' I'm the shit yeah nigga be legit Two hundred thousand with a Rollie and a fit Got so much cash, and it probably can't fit Yeah this too fresh, gotta' wear the same fit Same color my whip, yeah I got to hop in it I see it Yo main nigga, I'll be it You one of them opps I feel it (If she want a new body, I build it) (If she want me to stay I quit it) She was a clip in my life and it's finished She thought rick was man jeans, but these Simmons This a clip in your life you can't finish I'm done So turn off the meter (Turn off the meter) (Turn off the meter) (Turn off the meter) (Turn off the meter) (Turn off the meter) (Turn off the meter) (Turn off the meter) (Turn off the meter)