Stop-Start

[Hook: Gucci Mane] Stop, start, all my goons on stop-start My trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork Start, I got killers up in New York Pints come in from Detroit, got white, got green, I got, boy Boy, I hit a button, make my car park I don't even got to be inside to make my car start Start, I give a word and make my goons march Blow money like I'm Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Ten thousand ones, they're on the way, I'm 'bout to start tippin' Lil' mama fine but on the real she didn't just start strippin' You know I'm used to money, Gucci didn't just start flippin' Threw so much money in the air they stopped and start kissin' Canary yellow bitch remind me of my Bart Simpson I brought a pint off in the club, I'm 'bout to start sippin' I brought my goons with me and my goons, they don't stop twistin' I popped a pill, it kicked in, I'm 'bout to start trippin' I'm 'bout to stop rappin', stop trappin', start pimpin' Drop 'Rari pullin' up, nigga, start your engine Stop panhandlin', nigga, stop penny pinchin' And I ain't gotta come back, I never stop gettin' it [Hook] [Verse 2: Chief Keef] The bitch was near me then like "Stop" Let me go and check out my guap Check out my guap, my Glock Nigga try me, he get popped And he get shot, he get dropped Right on the mothafuckin' spot Start, start, nigga, you don't wanna start Kid 'bout to drive, boy you don't wanna park Park, nigga I'm a young South Park Young wild boy, with a lot of heart Heart, heart, goin' hard Bullets at your ass, they'll rip your ass apart I take a minivan and I fill it's ass with narcs Homer, can't nobody kill us as a Bart Up my gun and make this bitch fart Stop, boy you shouldn't even start Lil pussy boys you're Minnie Mouse Stand on your two feet You don't even know what that damage about Pull up, you'll get swiss cheesed Hop in my car then pull right off I don't start that bitch with my key Racks in my jeans and I'm pullin' right out Walk in this bitch, I'm Keef [Hook] [Verse 3: PeeWee Longway] Salute to Big Gucci, he opened the door Studio smokin' OG, sippin throw Big dog wanna see the band unfold Smokin' OG when we sippin' some throw My plug touched down on a banana boat Meetin' and greetin' in Givenchy loafs You may be seated, Versace business over My plug done dropped a ticket, no need for soda Big dog, rich gang, stretch it, get the oval Master Peewee, with the No Limit soldiers I'm the sergeant, the lieutenant, and general If it's fish I hit the block with minnows Chopped them lil bitches in dimes Big dog let me in the door, I'm grindin' Hit your ass hard on the low She tip-toein' on the marble floor I'm dabbin', the double R, ghost I swear my pinky do the most The wrong nigga been had money I'm just tryna throw him through some more How fast can you count it? Skip,skip town after we flip your ass Then we gone to the mountain, headed to the Heavens Pull up in a Lambo mounted [Hook]