Aint Stopping by Trevin Murray Lyrics
Mozart stay making moves
What you think I came to do?
Get the gwop and leave country
Real bosses pay they dues
When I let loose, nigga I ain't stopping for nobody (no body)
Mozart gonna break the bank
Just because they say I can't
Got some bad dimes with me
Hoes calling cause they miss me
When I let loose, nigga I ain't stopping for nobody (no body)
(Verse 1)
I don’t pay attention to the critics listening I stick to my vision way im living/
Left me open thought I wouldn’t get it now see how my success risen/
Bitches calling but I ain't coming down/
You hate me then but you love me now/
All I care bout is my account/
If it ain't about the money then I ain't coming around/
Not hov but niggas got me feeling like Jay-z/
How many more niggas gonna come out and hate me?/
I. Ain't. Gone. let you hating niggas drain me/
And I ain't gone let you bitter bitches play me/
(Verse 2)
They getting mad cause im getting bags, im fucking hoes/
And im killing tracks/
You wanna show, im a need some stacks, im a need some racks
And im need it fast/
You hate me but yo bitch love it/
Trevin murray getting hot oven/
Saying you real when you know wasn’t/
Me falling off? Nigga now you bugging/
Switching sides, and these bitches lie, but I stay “100”/
In the ride, my niggas high, it got me like “fuck it”/
She get inside, I get inside, now we both “cutting”/
They ask me whats gone stop me and I tell em hoes “nothing”/
What you think I came to do?
Get the gwop and leave country
Real bosses pay they dues
When I let loose, nigga I ain't stopping for nobody (no body)
Mozart gonna break the bank
Just because they say I can't
Got some bad dimes with me
Hoes calling cause they miss me
When I let loose, nigga I ain't stopping for nobody (no body)
(Verse 1)
I don’t pay attention to the critics listening I stick to my vision way im living/
Left me open thought I wouldn’t get it now see how my success risen/
Bitches calling but I ain't coming down/
You hate me then but you love me now/
All I care bout is my account/
If it ain't about the money then I ain't coming around/
Not hov but niggas got me feeling like Jay-z/
How many more niggas gonna come out and hate me?/
I. Ain't. Gone. let you hating niggas drain me/
And I ain't gone let you bitter bitches play me/
(Verse 2)
They getting mad cause im getting bags, im fucking hoes/
And im killing tracks/
You wanna show, im a need some stacks, im a need some racks
And im need it fast/
You hate me but yo bitch love it/
Trevin murray getting hot oven/
Saying you real when you know wasn’t/
Me falling off? Nigga now you bugging/
Switching sides, and these bitches lie, but I stay “100”/
In the ride, my niggas high, it got me like “fuck it”/
She get inside, I get inside, now we both “cutting”/
They ask me whats gone stop me and I tell em hoes “nothing”/