[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