Oh Let's Do It Remix
feat. Diddy , Rick Ross & Gucci Mane
[Diddy]
I got my billions up f-cking with them white folk
now I don't give a f-ck cause I'm richer than them white folks
Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet
bought me Teterboro just to Diddy-Bop and land my jet
Now I'm hustlin out of Harlem Paulie Castellano
B-tch I am a problem, I just bought the Delano
pimpin in my convo, b-tches come in combo's
pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo
I dont f-ck with fake hoes, all I touch is J-Lo's, all I drink is my sh-t
Ciroc by the case load
Movies is my next sh-t
2 mill on my necklace
Badboy, 80 million muthf-ckin records
[Rick Ross]
I f-cked my money up
I bought another Rolls Royce to pick my homies up
my top back like old boy
step your game up, you ride n-gga hold on
I switched the game up
one stack thats for the whole zone
thats 36 a kilo,
b-tch I think Im Nino
b-tch I think I'm scarface
B-tch I'm Al Pacino
flippin my lil' C-notes painted my new Benzo
took my b-tch to red lobster
I can't feed no friends though
b-tch Im on my high horse
Jewels I rock I die for
cause that sh-t that I bought
shoot your ass thats my fault
b-tch I'm on this asphalt
Money makin be the theme
b-tch Im on my last straw
them choppers always do the thing
[Waka Flocka Flame - Chorus]
YEEEEAAAH, O let's do it
Ayy, O let's do it
Ayy, O let's do it
YEEEEAAAH, drug dealin music
Ayy, I influence
Ayy, I influence
I f-cked my money up, damn
Now I can't re-up
Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up
Now I'm back on deck,
So shawty what the f-ck you want
Heard he talkin sh-t but this ain't what the f-ck he want
Locked my CEO up
Now it's back to coka
N-ggas talkin sh-t bruh, hang him by a ropa
Hit em with the choppa
Call that sh-t hot lama
Call me waka flocka aka young wild n-gga
Aka young drug dealer
Got purp, got kush, got pills got white
In the trap all night with the hard and the soft
Stacks on the flo' watch people water whippin
Shift it to the left then he shift it to the right
So icey brick boys got it all night
These lame ass n-ggas ain't got no fight
Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night
O let's do it, O let's do it
[Gucci Mane]
Stack my money up, brick squad we so g'd up
I'm countin cash in my office sippin coffee with my feet up
haters sending threats like they want beef but they know they don't
meet Flocka at the dealership I told him get what the f-ck you want
they locked my homeboy Vona up 1999 for murder
now n-ggas claiming zone 6, that I aint never heard'a
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
hit you with the carbon, why would I when I got shooters
you heard Gucci was locked up but that was just a rumour
got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you snorters, you wanna find me? I-20 to East Atlanta Georgia
I send my female shooters that rock-a-by-baby 1017
shawty in my hood we got them Ak's
[Chorus]
[End]
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