DJ Khaled Ft T-Pain & BirdmanCan’t Stop Lyrics

Can’t Stop Lyrics by DJ Khaled Ft T-Pain & Birdman

[Verse 1: Birdman & T-Pain]
Yeah, shinin’ (Hey), grindin’ on the shine (Hey)
Flippin’ all the time when we hustlin’ (na, na-na, no, no, no)
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
[Chorus: T-Pain]
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)

[Verse 2: Birdman & T-Pain]
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

[Chorus: T-Pain]
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)

[Verse 3: Birdman & T-Pain]
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

[Chorus: T-Pain]
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)

[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah
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