[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Let me ask you something
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
Do you ever ask yourself...
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
When are they ever gonna stop?
Do you ever ask yourself...
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
When are they gonna stop making those hits, man?
Do you ever ask yourself...
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
When are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself... when those Bad Boys are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THAT MONEY?!
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrera
For now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light up a sack for the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust off the Ruger
Ladies and gentleman, bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up, I got my Cuban mami cooking up
We got it all from her-on to fishscale
New York to Israel, get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like the five with strobes
Goons around the globe, honeys wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the Feds: catch me if you can
I'ma still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Quick to get there, bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm waitin' on a hunnid grand
So I can hit the mote' and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and now that money in the tower
Stash box with the key
L to the O to the X, you'll see
Let me ask you something
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
Do you ever ask yourself...
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
When are they ever gonna stop?
Do you ever ask yourself...
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
When are they gonna stop making those hits, man?
Do you ever ask yourself...
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
When are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself... when those Bad Boys are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THAT MONEY?!
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrera
For now I'll play the back of the cruiser
Light up a sack for the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust off the Ruger
Ladies and gentleman, bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up, I got my Cuban mami cooking up
We got it all from her-on to fishscale
New York to Israel, get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like the five with strobes
Goons around the globe, honeys wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the Feds: catch me if you can
I'ma still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
Quick to get there, bury the bricks in the sand
They think I want a tan, I'm waitin' on a hunnid grand
So I can hit the mote' and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and now that money in the tower
Stash box with the key
L to the O to the X, you'll see
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