"Not Goin'" lyrics
Fat Joe & Stove God Cooks Lyrics
Ah
Fed footsteps 'round the corner, can you feel it?
I know
Got 'em tryna tear down the walls and the ceilings
You know, they want the fall, but
I can't go for that, no
No, no, no can do
We can't go for that, no (Ah)
(Yo) No can do
It's the pain and the champagne that got me numb
It's a shame how low you go tryna get me done
Why I'm army fatigued up, Louis Vuittoned down
Big stepper, Godzilla, snakeskin, ow
Word to mother
Niggas talk spicy, they get filleted up
Big-money niggas, you heard me?
We talkin' billies
Biggest in the game, I solemnly swear
To be the most ignorant rich-nigga this year
Walked in the store, they screamin', "How can I help you?"
You can start by bringin' out the champagne and the menus
How a nigga out in France with my St. Tropez bitch?
Why you still on Fordham Road, poppin' that lame shit?
Last samurai standin', we'll chop you up
Them Puerto Ricans be dancin', they'll catch you up
Dragging my new fur on the courtside
I'm Django in that 'Rari, that's my horse ride
We been in and out the country, runnin' out of sunscreen
My bitch bring bitches, that's how you one-up ting
Brandy and Monica, mink to the ankles
I'm Rick James, bitch, fuck ya cheers and your thank-yous
Biggest in the game, I solemnly swear
To be the most ignorant rich nigga this year
Fed footsteps 'round the corner, can you feel it?
I know
Got 'em tryna tear down the walls and the ceilings
You know, they want the fall, but
I can't go for that, no
No, no, no can do
We can't go for that, no
No can do
Fed footsteps 'round the corner, can you feel it?
I know
Got 'em tryna tear down the walls and the ceilings
You know, they want the fall, but
I can't go for that, no
No, no, no can do
We can't go for that, no (Ah)
(Yo) No can do
It's the pain and the champagne that got me numb
It's a shame how low you go tryna get me done
Why I'm army fatigued up, Louis Vuittoned down
Big stepper, Godzilla, snakeskin, ow
Word to mother
Niggas talk spicy, they get filleted up
Big-money niggas, you heard me?
We talkin' billies
Biggest in the game, I solemnly swear
To be the most ignorant rich-nigga this year
Walked in the store, they screamin', "How can I help you?"
You can start by bringin' out the champagne and the menus
How a nigga out in France with my St. Tropez bitch?
Why you still on Fordham Road, poppin' that lame shit?
Last samurai standin', we'll chop you up
Them Puerto Ricans be dancin', they'll catch you up
Dragging my new fur on the courtside
I'm Django in that 'Rari, that's my horse ride
We been in and out the country, runnin' out of sunscreen
My bitch bring bitches, that's how you one-up ting
Brandy and Monica, mink to the ankles
I'm Rick James, bitch, fuck ya cheers and your thank-yous
Biggest in the game, I solemnly swear
To be the most ignorant rich nigga this year
Fed footsteps 'round the corner, can you feel it?
I know
Got 'em tryna tear down the walls and the ceilings
You know, they want the fall, but
I can't go for that, no
No, no, no can do
We can't go for that, no
No can do
