Never Stopping Lyrics — YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(Oh sh*t, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?) Oh
(Ayo, Bleu)
Mm, don't give a f**k about no f**kin' school, nigga (SAUCEboy, sh*t, what you want me to play?)
(Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)
Mm, oh, huh, slow down, huh, hold on
Baby, get your roll, like—
Hold on, nah, I f**ked up
Tell her, "Slow down"
Get your roll on
f**k that, let me start over, look, hold on, hold on

[Chorus]
Nene, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah
What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Keep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the scene
Flip my clip then— hit that b**ch like— like mm, mm
I keep that sh*t inside my system to put up with you
I takе this money, buy my cars or some brand-new shoеs
I had to tell 'em give me bars for to catch my groove
I took that b**ch and did her bad in my recording room
I gave that b**ch some bands too
I'll see some sh*t 'bout church on TV, then I turn it off
I ain't talkin' money, I walk straight off, I ain't tryna hear that at all
b**ch, get me on then top me off, my life ain't strict at all
f**ked up, but I ain't f**ked up, thank God I made it out
I'll throw you somethin', I'm turnt up, YoungBoy, I stay jaded
You gon' try somethin', get your head split, you gotta be f**king crazy
b**ch just want my money, she ain't gon' spend it on my baby
This b**ch ain't give me nothin', she must thinkin' that she played me
I know that I ain't sh*t, but this ho say that I'm amazing
Oh, b**ch, slow down, told her get her roll on
Please don't call YoungBoy phone, uh
They thought the legal beat me, b**ch, I'm rich, he can't catch up
I ran it up, they see me and I'm barely showin' love
Put that b**ch on TV, huh, I smoke that boy
All my b**ches love me, I cut that extra ho like—
[Chorus]
Nene, I don't need your Chelsea, nah, nah
What's inside my pocket? That's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Try me once, now want me take you back?
Hell nah, hell nah, huh, hell nah
Ooh, huh
b**ch tryna get mad and dive in my sh*t, she tryna f**k up my groove
Know I get mad as bad as a b**ch if she can't get no shoes
Hop out that b**ch, fit straight all rainbow, b**ch, you know I'm a fool
Who? Who they talkin' to?
Whack that man and then I do my dance, like, b**ch, I been the truth
Get them bands and do the runnin' man, my b**ch gon' bring my food, huh
Tell 'em f**k 'em, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stu'

[Outro]
Ooh (Oh sh*t, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?)
Uh-huh, YoungBoy, I'm caught up with steppin'
Bang out, I'm with it, whatever
(SAUCEboy, sh*t, what you want me to play?)
Hold on, I don't need your Chelsea, hold on, hell nah (Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)