C4 - Lets Get It On lyrics

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C4 - Lets Get It On lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dolph] Balling G saying make them b**hes lay it down Smoking weed, bumping Pimp C, pocket full of stone Sitting in my spot, with a closet full of pounds Sipping sizzurp mothaf** what you hizzard You shining sh** on my rich, took yo b**h and cost me one bizzard Shawty just jumped in my car looking like dessert I [?] my weed, put my hand on her thigh Put the f**in car in reverse I did it, I did it, I did it again I f**ed lil mama real good but this time she brought her friend Trap house booming like it ain't no tommorow Countin money like Wells Fargo The plug call I feel like Marvin [Hook] Lets get it on That what I told that b**h when she jumped in my pa**enger seat looking good as f** Lets get it on That what I test my plug when I got down to my last pound, I need it now Lets get it on He said you ain't said nothing but a word, I got bout fifth of em laying around Lets get it on Lets get it on Lets get it on [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Pocket full of blue money, new money Pull up doing 2 something Three 6, who run it Foreign whip no roof I might pull up silent on ya 223 together make over I put a body on it All about bout a check, old school righteous All this common sense, that's a whole lot of money Got that c**aine do a [?] Turn that kitchen to karate cla** Sorry your car died, my Maserati [?] All of these windows on my crib n***a I need me some tint All of these n***as so broke, my n***a I think they need splints I'm just still getting that cash My n***a and smoking a bag Might set a Guinness world record, my n***a for getting it fast [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Dolph] I'm just a dope boy with a attitude The work just came in from Malibou Nah I don't play b**h no I'm not in the mood I got money to count and p's to move Remember I used to sell my weed at school But now I f** b**hes that teach at school While she at work I'm selling weed all at her house With my AKA b**h bent over all on her couch Phone blow up but I ran out I done got out to my last ounce I ain't said sh** I'm bout to smoke this If I ain't got no weed I can't focus Damn all the lean gone Damn all the weed gone Just sent a text to my Connect phone and said [Hook]

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