Rick Ross - Let's Get It (Remix) lyrics

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(Intro)

Let's get it, nigga, let's get it

If you about this money, let's get it

(Hook)

I got the drugs & I got a plug, they checkin' our tickets

Bitches they stare at my pants & be like boy what’s in them britches?

Keep red bottoms on the bottom my shoe, they like how we kick it

I had a boss talk wit my crew & I told them niggas let’s get it

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it

I got the drugs & I got a plug, they checkin' our tickets

I had a boss talk wit my crew & I told them niggas let's get it

(Verse: Rick Ross)

O's all in my safe, gold all in my grave

Tatts all on my back, sixty cars all in my name

I see twenty million at once in the backyard of Lil Haiti

4 bodies in 6 months, this rap game won't fade me

40 mill in my dump, broke niggas won't race me

Flyin' out to meet Lush, biggest checks since Jay-Z

Pussy nigga, be patient, in that Escalade wit Stacey

60 on pump #2, gettin' brain at the gas station

4-5 when I creep, I be so high, I'm on Fleet

Copped that 5 and the 6, fuck it, winter - got cold fleet

And I'm gonna have more seizures, cuz this money won't let me sleep

Head shot with AR, and my nigga, all of that piece (bang!)

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Ca$h Out)

I'm in a boat, yeah, I’m in a boat, yeah, I'm in a boat

I'm cookin' up blow, I'm cookin' up blow, I'm cookin' up blow

A half of grip fo' my body befo' I come to yo show

A half of brick or betta befo' ya come to my door

Let's get it, she know I'm a D-boy, shining, cutting it, Bruce Leroy

My Forgis, my Forgis, put the baby on 'er face

Fuckin' 'er bush, this be the closed casket

Go get me a coffin, let's get it, let's get it, let’s get it

These bitches, they cook naked

Showin' their ass & titties & I know that she wit it

& befo' I said sumethin', she said let's get it

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign)

All of my bitches, they know what it is, they know we gon get it

I'll probably just get the head, she ain’t got no ass & titties

Smokin' a joint while she suckin' me off, blow the smoke in 'er face

Bust a nut, then I got to go, nigga got money to make

Money be comin' and so do these bitches

These niggas wearin' fake Rollies, man I hear the shit tickin'

The OG to the kush, we got it

I flew in the air, & I fucked me a bitch that be workin' at Follies

Told 'er pull up & let’s get it, girl, I’m not yo man, I’m yo nigga

Don’t fuck around wit the fuck around, I give 'er the business

(Hook)

(Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa)

Leave out the club, I’m smokin' on drugs, a couple of bitches

See that new 9, 11, ya don’t own the color, that’s Wiz’s

One in my bed & one on my line, like I’m goin' fishin'

Kush in my lungs, I smoke when I want, they want me fo' Christmas

Rolling my weed, she cook & she clean, she doin' my dishes

Came ova, she pulled my dick out, then she started blowin' it kisses

Sprayed it all ova 'er face, now the bitch watchin' my children

Probably be in outer space, standin' on all of these millions

Let’s get it niggas, ass fat but her titties bigger

Bitch, ya from the nineties, I’m tryin' to put sum' dick up in yo life

Girl let’s get it! Hoe