Let's Get It In
Money Team Bros
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Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Yeah I say yeah, it's time to ride out Let's get it in Pretty red thing in the back seat And she just called too more friends I just popped a Double R I'm rollin' bitch, let's get it in If she throw it back I bite her Like pit bulls I'm locking in Ain't no quickie when I'm on you Swear we up till six A.M. Ain't no cappin' how I'm living Baby girl I'm really him They keep saying we ain't gone make it Said our chances really slim Have you not looked at our stat sheets How the f*ck we ain't gone win? MTB, it's not a gang We just rock bandanas Pretty little brown thing She from Clark Atlanta Think she wanna wedding ring I think it's time to man up I just gotta hold it down Stay down and run these bands up Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers Pushin' P bakpack bought a pack Turned it to racks No, this not ten a G We the hottest duo Like Miami, you can't put out this Heat Throw a couple racks She throwing ass, guess we can call it even I'm with the Shady gang We don't bang and we never beefing If it ain't BoutADollar Butta Then I never seen it Smoked a backwood in front of twelve Bet y'all don't believe me We call him Sheriff Stevie He ain't blind, but he didn't see me She my biggest fan She gotta mini skirt and pom-poms She know I love ass But she keep showing me her ta-tas She made the dick disappear She ain't say ta-da I got the hoes like Goldmember They callin' me father I got the paper cuts and blisters Countin' all these commas And we ain't with the funny shit Please save the drama I can't pump fake or hesitate I'm not Rajon Hit the blunt to the face Now I feel lopsided Ballin' is my sport come naturally Them demons after me We cookin' up for real We got the pots, can't get our recipe And you can't have my heart But baby you can have the rest of me Can't tell you how I feel Cause I know you would think less of me We rollin' tree ironically inside a leaf this LRG I'm B.I.G. or Diesel, but that's if you in the field with me I say yeah, it's time to ride out Let's get it in Pretty red thing in the back seat And she just called too more friends I just popped a Double R I'm rollin' bitch, let's get it in If she throw it back I bite her Like pit bulls I'm locking in Ain't no quickie when I'm on you Swear we up till six A.M. Ain't no cappin' how I'm living Baby girl I'm really him They keep saying we ain't gone make it Said our chances really slim Have you not looked at our stat sheets How the f*ck we ain't gone win?
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Written by: Cameron Wakefield, Rodney Brooks
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