Nifty - Who Gon' Stop Me lyrics

Chorus: Man I just woke up Mind on my money Thinkin' bout all them hundreds That I can come up on But The 5-0's comin' They always keep a n***a runnin' My mind is made up Aim to the sky, gotta take flight For the One Time-Time, pop my nine This my time, gotta get mine 24/7 grind, this my life I hope you believe me Cuz I ain't stoppin' till my sh** blow up From the floor up, I'mma get it in If you rockin' with a click, throw it up Throw them dubs up, gettin' dividends n***a who gon' stop me? I'm gunnin' till a motherf**a drop me aye n***a who gon' stop me? I'm gunnin' till a motherf**a pop me aye Verse: Right off the bat n***a Cook crack n***a Flowin' an immigrant flow Where he at n***a Beat the walls of the beat You know what it is sh**tin on you n***as can you smell the kid I don't think they hear me Man i'm cooler than them skinny jeans Pull a ruger on a n***a for offending me I'm on a different scale, color different tone Nappy roots on my dome, need a couple combs Yeah, i'm a bout it bout it n***a I'm a no limit soldier, i ain't gotta f**in' limit Plenty wanna be me, but your ho she wanna do me Givin' her the business, put your lips around my dubee Who me? Who me? You ain't speakin to me I'm speakin to myself cuz ain't nobody close to me And the closet n***a to me is them n***as with them b**bies f** it, you n***as b**hes f** it, you n***as snitches Chorus Verse: I hope you had a couple seconds n***a soak it in I'm better than you and your crew and your rappin' friends I'm a beast, I'm a problem, Nope I'm the n***a eatin up all of these motherf**in' goblins n***a, ya I'm cooler than you thought Freddy Kruger in ya thoughts All black in your yaught Taking everything you bought From your fitted to your socks Bumbaclock, I ain't never gonna stop, ya dig Snitches never prosper, me I need an Oscar Grammy award n***a, I'm kickin' ya door n***a I'm flowin this way because I'm in 5th ward n***a I'm 5150 don't think you f**in' with Nifty n***a I'm here And I don't really plan on leavin' U.L.A. he in the back with your b**h and she's dry heavin' Kick Push, Kick Push I ain't Lupe I just really wanna Dick Bush Chorus