We Makin' It Lyrics

We Makin' It Lyrics
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We Makin' It Lyrics

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Intro:
Yo, turn me up
Verse 1 [Foxy]:
What ya'll know bout bangin' out?
/ Till there's nothin' left stash box mag 4s all up
in the dashboards/ Look, ya'll think we get this cash
for?/ We gon' front till we die/ Throw that money in
the sky homie/ I rock them Louis' ya'll know already/
But it's necessary I style in Burberry/ Young Fox I
run hip-hop/ Niggas know them hits won't stop bet them
clips will pop/ Bet I be in that big body Rover/ Frontin'
hard in the squad L-V on them loafers/ I'm an ill bitch
I styles like I'm supposed to/ Niggas in the pen gettin'
right off my posters/ In the pearl white hatch back
got my swagger back and I don't know how to act nigga/
My groove is on my team is strong/ Hey yo Gav please
bring them motherfuckin' horns inFoxy Brown - We Makin' It - http://motolyrics.com/foxy-brown/we-makin-it-lyrics.html
Chorus [Young Gavin]:
This is what we came to do/ Gettin' money playboy we
ain't playin' wit' you/ Who the one that got the streets
on lock/ Somebody better call the cops/ What we doin'
huh?/ [Sung] We makin' it/ Fever hit/ Ya'll know it's Fox/ She keeps it hot
Verse 2 [Foxy]:
And I bring it to bitches for real/ Special delivery/
Five years strong and they still tryin' to get rid
of me/ But I'm still here niggas/ I do this for Gav
to keep them young boys runnin' through the ave/ Have
the team lookin' good I be's in the hood/ Dubs on the
wheels and Bs on the hood/ Pop 50 bottles/ halo to
Hollywood/ I'm so gutter Acki sweat suit with the hood/
Might flip it on these bitches and throw on the Plein
Sud/ Wit a real good shoot lookin' real fuckin' good/
Start our her label, she'll never be able/ Now I styles
on niggas and I turn the tables/ Now meetings with
Kev and Lyor at the round table/ In a three-quarter
butter brown Sable/ Ya'll niggas hustlin' deals and
I'm still on the grind/ Tryin' to appeal still beatin' Russell for mils
(Chorus [Young Gavin]
Verse 3 [Foxy]:
Irate the weak movin' a brick in half a week/ And it's
hard to eat in these Brooklyn streets/ The truth is
you bitches only live in a booth/ I move big sixty
deuce that's Prada goose nigga/ Throw our money out
our prowler roof I'm about to tightin' the noose they
talkin' loose/ Man, me and Gav in them Lacs,
Tyson's bout to get them belts back/ Brooklyn's back nigga