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French Montana - Stop It feat T I ( LYRICS )
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Diego Ave
Diego Ave
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Producer
Lawrence "ELL" Wydermyer
Lawrence "ELL" Wydermyer
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got some money to spend, aye aye I got some money to spend I got some money to spend I got some money to spend I got some money to spend Man young having money poppin', not the bat I'ma hop out on the net For my city for the bet (bet) Bad bitches, bust it down All waves are automatic Got the drinks, got the pounds Why you playin' with the dabs though? Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) I got purp by the liter I got pounds in the duffle I got cash in the freezer We don't clash in the hood Bottles with the dope, hot Smokin' dope, lean, work bust it open Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler Wrist, bust it open Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Models got the bottles Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Bad bitches, mob the floors Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Magic City, calm it down Hit Atlanta, me and TIP Bust it open, want it freaky Yeah she want it on the top And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings Man young having money poppin', not the bat I'ma hop out on the net For my city for the bet (bet) Bad bitches, bust it down All waves are automatic Got the drinks, got the pounds Why you playin' with the dabs though? Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Models got the bottles Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Bad bitches, mob the floors Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Magic City, calm it down Hit Atlanta, me and TIP Blue cheese, revenue I got a bitch, text her down on avenue And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it But I still gettin' wet for a battle too And nigga really though, ain't going back and forth, what you weenin' on a tennie girl? And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though Ain't wanna let down Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger Yeah they have what they came for Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower Known to hit where they ain't for Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don He watching mine is a 1 on 1 Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones Plus a hunna hunnas Binding stacks on another I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands I seen felons turn they backs on one another Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter Man this shit is awful Man young having money poppin', not the bat I'ma hop out on the net For my city for the bet (bet) Bad bitches, bust it down All waves are automatic Got the drinks, got the pounds Why you playin' with the dabs though? Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye) Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Models got the bottles Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Bad bitches, mob the floors Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top Magic city, calm it down Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Scott Spencer Storch, Diego Ave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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