Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Vocals
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
T-Pain
T-Pain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Songwriter
Bryan "Baby Birdman" Williams
Bryan "Baby Birdman" Williams
Composer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Bryan Williams Jr
Bryan Williams Jr
Songwriter
Faheem Najm
Faheem Najm
Songwriter
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Recording Engineer
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Mixing Engineer
Fareed Salamah
Fareed Salamah
Recording Engineer
Sean Buchanan
Sean Buchanan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Javier Merino Valverde
Javier Merino Valverde
Recording Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Shining, grinding on the shine
Flip it all the time
When we hustling
Y-Young money gunnin'
C-Cash money flipping
Shit them every time when we grinding
'Cause we getting flipping the change range
And doing different things
Hitting the same lanes
But flipping gettin' change
Yeah, h-higher than we ever been
More money, now more money 'cause we ball to win
[Verse 2]
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
'Till I'm on top, hey
And God keeps telling me I will be
If you with me then salute
You know what to do
You know what to do
Put your hands up in the air
You can make it through
All you gotta do is
Put your hands up in the air
[Verse 3]
Shining bright lights
Hotter than them other lights
The red light flash
Smash on the same night
More money, now we brighter than we ever been
Hundred thousand popping bottles, bitch we gon' in
Crystal lights
Blowing on that Khaled dro
Turkey bag
Hundred thou on the marble floor
Rainbow, redbone with the triple color
Hurricane, make it rain, bitch every summer
[Verse 4]
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
'Till I'm on top, hey
And God keeps telling me I will be
If you with me then salute
You know what to do
You know what to do
Put your hands up in the air
You can make it through
All you gotta do is
Put your hands up in the air
[Verse 5]
Yachts on deck
Straps on deck
Sticks on deck
Stunner island, private jets
P-Put your house on junior **** we place the bet
From hundred G's
To flipping hundred, bitch we hit the liq'
High on the hill
The view above the falls
Smashing in the field
A hundred balls home
You know how we do it
Bossing up brand new
Uptown survivor
Money really shoot
[Verse 6]
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
'Till I'm on top, hey
And God keeps telling me I will be
If you with me then salute
You know what to do
You know what to do
Put your hands up in the air
You can make it through
All you gotta do is
Put your hands up in the air
Written by: Boi-1da, Bryan "Baby Birdman" Williams, DJ Khaled, Faheem Najim, Matthew Burnett
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