RED CAFE - Let It Go lyrics

rate me

More money!

Yeah, ain't nobody getting as much money as us, baby!

Shake down!

More money!

Light skin broad fucked her in the car

And gave her my work told her put it in her bra

Next week this time she killin' them all

Tell your ex nigga I'ma show him how to ball

I'm a dope boy, cush flowery

ain't been a better bad boy since Mike Lowry

Fresh like I dry cleaned the whole wardrobe

My team doing numbers check the bar codes

I don't chase money don't eva chase bitches

I just chase liquor but have them all lickin

Back in my city I'm a gorilla

I got that uncut I'm a dope dealer!

[Chorus]

I'm dope boy, ballin

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm looking like dough boy In my Jordans

every night flipping numbers till the mornin

now let it go, let it go, let it go

now let it go, let it go

Take that, let me get this!

Yeah, last time you seen me I was in that blue thing

With a supermodel now I'm in that new thing

with a newer model and I made her pump the gas

Took her up to Harlem, then I pumped that ass

I remember I was countin five hundred milly

Around the same time weezy recorded a milly

One for the money two for the money

Love a real bitch, that's all about her money

Sorry ass niggas out here looking funny

So im in my own world spaced out kid cuddi

hold the fuck up

rip hudi we're still stuntin on em got the hood going dummy

[Chorus]

I'm dope boy, ballin

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm lookin like dough boy, in my jordans

every night flipping numbers till the mornin

now let it go, let it go, let it go

now let it go, let it go

Take that, let me get this!

slumber party in the apartments

I should win a drug dealing contest

I'm so real you could catch a contact

Got that dough dick I could make her come back

I still sleep with my scale

All I have for breakfast was ale...

All I have for dinner was some good pussy

got a package in the mail with some good Cush in

Bring your girl here I might spoil her

four door porche with a spoiler

I keep killing pussy call my lawyer

made my girl jack son like latoya

[Chorus]

I'm dope boy, ballin

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm looking like dough boy, in my jordans

every night flipping numbers till the mornin

now let it go, let it go, let it go

now let it go, let it go

Take that, let me get this!

More jewels, more cars and more skrilla

last leaf first up like a dope dealer

Purple leaves for the smokey mirrors

I ride on your bitch with a four wheeler

Uh, sharp shooter like the old milla

Banana clip, go on play gorilla

Steppin on your own blood theres your red bottom

Shot my homie pent house the feds got him

Look at Shawty ass she can't stand straight

spent your down payment on my landscape

Any means necessary I'm gon get it

You fuckin with them niggas hands on with it

[Chorus]

I'm dope boy, balling,

I swear I should be playing at the garden

I'm looking like dough boy, in my jordans

every night flipping numbers till the mornin

now let it go, let it go, let it go

now let it go, let it go

Take that, let me get this!

every night flipping numbers till the mornin

Now let it go, let it go.

Thanks to MrsRivera for correcting these lyrics