Can't Stop - DJ Khaled, T-Pain, Birdman

Young Money gunnin', Cash Money flippin'

Shit them every time when we grindin' cause we gettin' (ah, ah, ah, ah)

Flippin' the change range and doin' different thangs

Hittin' the same lanes but flippin' didn’t change

Yeah, higher then we ever been (hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, okay)

More money, now more money, cause we born to win

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 (stop), 'till I’m on top (top)

And God keeps telling me I will be

If you feel to lose, you know what to do

You know what to do — put your hands up in the air

(Oh, in the air) You can make it through

All you gotta do — put your hands up in the air

(Oh, in the air)

Shinin' bright lights, hotter then them other lights

The real life flash mash on the same night

More money, now we brighter then we even been

Hundred thousand poppin' bottles, bitch we goin' in

Crystal lights, blowin' on that Khaled dro

Turkey bag, hundred thou on the marble floor

Rainbow, red bone with the triple color (hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, okay)

Hurricane, make it rain, bitch every summer

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 (stop), 'till I’m on top (top)

And God keeps telling me I will be

If you feel to lose, you know what to do

You know what to do — put your hands up in the air

(Oh, in the air) You can make it through

All you gotta do — put your hands up in the air

(Oh, in the air)

Yachts deck, straps on deck

Sticks on deck, Stunna island, private jets (Na, na-na, no, no, no)

Put the house on Gin, and nigga we place the bet

From hundred G’s to flippin' hundred, bitch we hit the liq' (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

High on the hill, the view above the falls

Smashin' in the field, 100 balls home

You know how we do it, bossin' up, brand new (hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, okay)

Uptown survivor, money ready to shoot

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 (stop), 'till I’m on top (top)

And God keeps telling me I will be

If you feel to lose, you know what to do

You know what to do — put your hands up in the air

(Oh, in the air) You can make it through

All you gotta do — put your hands up in the air

(Oh, in the air)

Yeah… blaaat~!