"Stop & Go" lyrics - JID

[Intro:]
Right now boss
Welcome to my building
This is my shit, uh
Uh, this is my real shit
Grade A, grade A, grade A, grade A
This is my shit
Welcome to my building
This is my shit, uh
This is my shit, aye
JI motherfucking D
Motherfucking D
This is my shit
Straight up
East Atlanta
Check it, uh

This is my shit, uh, point blank, period
I'm sitting here in this Smith, as I'm sipping on some syrup (Uh)
This is my shit, uh, point blank, period
This is my shit, uh, point blank, period
I'm sitting here in this Smith, as I'm sipping on some syrup
That means Ciroc, I speak kind of different
You understand my flow, so that's of my spirit
This is my shit, point blank, period
I'm sitting here in this Smith, as I'm sipping on some syrup
That means Ciroc, I speak kind of different
You understand my flow, so that's of my spirit
God knows, fear it, relax just hear it
Savagely in check, the track like I fear it
No one finna like me and J. because I different
Throw a "A" before the "I" and now I feel it
Ha, I'm silly, nah, I'm serious
My wrist is a crime, I should be arrested
By a chain out the crib, I'm such a damn statistic
My broker and my pen is looking at me like I'm ignant
Uh, that means ignorant
She call, I ignore it
She wonder how I'm doing like the bitch up out of Norbit
I always been a winner, never had to forfeit
The flow comes natural, I never hit the course
Ha, and I get flow like the Nile
Driving it out like the hotel in Dubai
Hoes want to fuck me, I bring them to my house till
I throw ones like a stripper, till they strip out there Aeropostale
Roll up the Mary, Mary it's the new G on the rosta
No dreads in my head, Jack Swayne the barber
Jack Swain producer, REO is the DJ
And every song that we make, we pon de replay
It's money over every bitch, and everything that we say
You not talking cash, no hable the ingles
Your cellphone is prepaid, I never seen green Jays
Nigga you are fake, born as a mistake, uh
Hold on nigga, wait, uh

[Interlude]

Let me get my shit right I'm bout to get it right back
Yeah, JID, the flow never stop nigga
I got bars for days
Yeah, I got shit, uh
Yeah, uh

Check it, you know you got to hit when the besties involved
It's so close, pay attention, it's a lesson involved
And I speak some cash shit, no recession involved
And I'm raw, roll deep like a Mexican dog
I'm usually too lax in money, so just send me a dog
I'm with a redbone bitch, I'm caressing her bra
She get wet, creak, it's sick, as I ride in my car
She give me mouth, lip stick, on my testicles, balls
I be on some other shit, I ain't messing wit y'all
I was in some fresh shit, no refreshing it dog
Money over every bitch, it's a message and law
So admit, I'm on my shit, don't you step in it (aw)

[Outro:]
Fuck
Haha