Come on, yeah   [I'm comin]   Come on, yeah   [I'm comin]   Come on, yeah   [I'm comin]   Come on, yeah   [I'm comin]   (2x)      Stlyes:   Can't stop, won't stop   Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami   Move like little black kid stealing candy   Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream   Real generals never fail eighteen   Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve   If you said in your last time, (?)   And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his feet   You think not, as if   Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas   Is he rockin cashmiere? Y'all know we don't pass there   Matter fact, I scoped out there last year   Hit him on the head said there ain't no cash there   Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rhomes   Puff out his own with this chick from Rome   (?), funny how I'm greedy, used to be needy   But now the Sean-Don keep the (?)      Chorus-Puff Daddy:   Too many people worried about what we got   Everything we drop will be hot   Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don't stop   Can't stop, won't stop   (2x)      Sheek:   Hey, yo it's crazy we here now every chick want my baby   My career clear while your shit look hazy   Bang with us? I don't think so, we platinum plus   With no airplay so ain't shit for us to discuss   But when we hit, you can't understand how we did it   At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it   Fourty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte   Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please   One hit for all of us to start eatin    And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats   Our parents are sharp like cactuses   And you can tell by chips, we sleep on matresses   Dimes flooded out in the hidous   Shit you see in magazines, cut out we freak them hoes   Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens   Now relax as we videotape you in the bed      (Chorus 2x)      Jay:   If we talk about dollars, only thing I turn down is my collar   Pull out turn them around, if he reach make him holler   Who runnin the town? The Goodfellas   Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother?   With the third-person, you might catch me surfin   Money I be jerkin, my newborn be burpin   Can't stop, won't stop, I want respect   And I only bum heads with checks   In the suite with this honey from Bangladesh   Pop a snapple, I (?) lay on my chest   All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest   Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex   Yes, the black hood, and I mack good   With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood   Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good?   Baby we ain't gon' stop, but you should      (Chorus)