O Let's Do It Lyrics

{Ooh, L-Don} [Intro: Diddy] (Rick Ross) {Gucci Mane} (Real niggaz) {Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...} Ayo, ayo Waka (Boss!) {BURR~!!} (Free Gucci!) {GUUCI!} Y'all ain't expect me to fuck wit this one I see you, boy (Let's turn the temperature up on these niggaz again, nigga) Y'all must've forgot, I started this shit Yeah, check this out THIS -- IS -- THE REMIX [Diddy - Verse 1ne] I got my billions up, fuckin with dem white folks Now I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm richer than dem white folks Lamborghini trucks, y'all ain't even seen it yet Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy bop and land my jet (Ahhhhhh-OWWWWW!!!!!) I'm-I'm hustlin out of Harlem, Paulie Castellano (Don't stop) Bitch, I am a problem, I just bought the Delano (That's right) Pimpin in my convo, bitches come in combos Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo I don't fuck with fake hoes! All I touch is J-Lo's All I drink is my shit, Ciroc by the case load (Let's go!) Movies is my next shit, two mil on my necklace Bad Boy - 80 million motherfuckin records! (BITCH~!!!) [Rick Ross - Verse 2wo] I fucked my money up... I bought another Rolls Royce to pick my homies up... my top back like "Oh boy" Step yo' game up... You ridin nigga, hold on I switched the game up.. One stack that's for the whole zone That's thirty-six a kilo, BITCH, I think I'm Nino BITCH, I think I'm Scarface, BITCH, I'm Al Pacino Flippin my lil' C-notes, painted my new Benzo Took my bitch to Red Lobster, I cain't feed no friends, hoe! Bitch, I'm on my high horse, jewels I rock I die for 'cause that shit that I bought, shoot yo' ass that's my fault Bitch, I'm on this asphalt, money makin be the thing Bitch, I'm on my last straw, them choppers always do the thing [Chorus 2X] YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~! O let's doooooo it Hey - o let's doooooo it Hey - o let's doooooo it YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~! Drug dealin music Hey - I influence Hey - I influence [Waka Flocka Flame - Verse 3hree] I FUCKED my money up -- (Damn!) Now I can't re-up Ran up in his spot (spot) Just to get my stacks up Now I'm back on deck (deck) So shawty, what the FUCK you want?! Heard he talkin shit (shit) But this ain't what the FUCK he want! (Flocka!) Lock my CEO up, now it's back to coka Niggaz talkin shit brah, hang 'em by the rope-a Hit 'em wit the choppa, call dat shit hot llama Call me waka Flocka, a/k/a Young wild Nigga A/k/a Young Drug Dealer Got purp, got kush, got pills, got white In the trap all night, wit the hard and soft Stacks on the flo', watch {?} boy whip it Shook it to the left then he shook it to the right So Icey, Brick Boys, got it all night These lame ass niggaz ain't got no fight Kick in my door we gon' shoot out all night {*echoes*} [Gucci Mane - Verse 4our] (Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...WAH) BURR~!! BURR~!! GUCCI! I stack my money up, Brick Squad we so g'd up I'm countin cash in my office, sippin coffee with my feet up (Wooooow) Haters sendin threats, like they want beef but dey know dey don't Meet Flocka at the dealership, I told him get what the FUCK you want (Well damn!) They locked my homeboy Verne up, 1999 for murder Now niggaz claiming Zone 6, that I ain't never heard of Hit you with the carbon, but why when I got shooters? You heard Gucci was locked up, but that was just a rumor! (GUCCI!) Got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you snorters {*snorts*} You wanna find me, I-20 to {EAST ATLANTA, GEORGIA} I send my female shooters {*mwah*}, that rock-a-bye baaay-baaay 1017 shawty, in my hood we got them AKs' [Chorus]Waka Flocka Flame f/ Diddy, Gucci Mane, Rick Ross - O Let's Do It - http://motolyrics.com/waka-flocka-flame-f-diddy-gucci-mane-rick-ross/o-lets-do-it-lyrics.html