Oh, ayy, let's do it
Santana on the beat
Oh, ayy, let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Oh, ayy, what you say
Let's do it
Oh, ayy, better go get you some money
Cause when you're broke and not havin' none
Boy, yeah, that shit dere ain't funny
Won't stop till I run up a hundred
F*ck that won't stop till I run up a million
Ain't got time to be laid up and chillin
Rather be in my bag than my feelings
Rather chase me a bag than chase me a bitch
I'm already knowin' she f*ckin
Cause when you down and on your last
That bitch, she gon' treat you like nothing
Ayy, that's why I stay with some motion
Keep my foot on they neck till they choke
My pockets, they send no potato, they loaded and My shit filled up with cheese
Ayy, when you havin' that shit
She gon' drop to her knees
Oh, ayy, let's do it
Boy, if you're broke, better fix it
Don't really got time for sitting around and bitchin
Ayy, better get you a pack or go stay in that kitchen
Ayy, f*ckin', go get you a job or somethin
Ayy, with all the violence, but she ain't gon' rob or somethin
Go bust down the door or twist you a knob or somethin
I don't care how you get it, just pop it
When you get it, just stack it and take off like a rocket
Free game, I'm just tryin' to give you some knowledge
See me, I'm tryin' to get rich, so I'm like Roddy
Can't sit around worryin' about that nigga, nigga pocket
This is what I really came up off of, zero
All it took was a little bit of hustle
Had to cut out that bullshit, get to my grind
And start kickin' with all these busters
Ayy, let's do it
Better go get you some money
Cause when you're broke and ain't havin' none
Boy, y'all, that shit, that ain't funny
Won't stop till I run up a hundred
They f*ckin', won't stop till I run up a million
Ain't got time to be laid up and chillin
Rather be in my bag than my feelings
Rather chase me a bag than chase me a bitch
I'm already knowin' she f*ckin
Cause when you down and you on your last
That bitch, she gon' treat you like nothin
That's why I stay with Some motion
Keep my foot on they neck till they choke
My pockets, they sittin on potato, they loaded and My shit filled up with cheese
Ayy, when you havin' that shit, she gon' drop it on the knees
Ayy, let's do it
Ayy, ayy
Yall niggas know what the f*ck was goin' on
Ayy, let's do it
Better go get you some paper
F*ck all these bitches
F*ck this bitch, I'm full of it
Ayy, let's do it
Let's do it
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English
Oh, ayy, let's do it
Santana on the beat
Oh, ayy, let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Oh, ayy, what you say
Let's do it
Oh, ayy, better go get you some money
Cause when you're broke and not havin' none
Boy, yeah, that shit dere ain't funny
Won't stop till I run up a hundred
F*ck that won't stop till I run up a million
Ain't got time to be laid up and chillin
Rather be in my bag than my feelings
Rather chase me a bag than chase me a bitch
I'm already knowin' she f*ckin
Cause when you down and on your last
That bitch, she gon' treat you like nothing
Ayy, that's why I stay with some motion
Keep my foot on they neck till they choke
My pockets, they send no potato, they loaded and My shit filled up with cheese
Ayy, when you havin' that shit
She gon' drop to her knees
Oh, ayy, let's do it
Boy, if you're broke, better fix it
Don't really got time for sitting around and bitchin
Ayy, better get you a pack or go stay in that kitchen
Ayy, f*ckin', go get you a job or somethin
Ayy, with all the violence, but she ain't gon' rob or somethin
Go bust down the door or twist you a knob or somethin
I don't care how you get it, just pop it
When you get it, just stack it and take off like a rocket
Free game, I'm just tryin' to give you some knowledge
See me, I'm tryin' to get rich, so I'm like Roddy
Can't sit around worryin' about that nigga, nigga pocket
This is what I really came up off of, zero
All it took was a little bit of hustle
Had to cut out that bullshit, get to my grind
And start kickin' with all these busters
Ayy, let's do it
Better go get you some money
Cause when you're broke and ain't havin' none
Boy, y'all, that shit, that ain't funny
Won't stop till I run up a hundred
They f*ckin', won't stop till I run up a million
Ain't got time to be laid up and chillin
Rather be in my bag than my feelings
Rather chase me a bag than chase me a bitch
I'm already knowin' she f*ckin
Cause when you down and you on your last
That bitch, she gon' treat you like nothin
That's why I stay with Some motion
Keep my foot on they neck till they choke
My pockets, they sittin on potato, they loaded and My shit filled up with cheese
Ayy, when you havin' that shit, she gon' drop it on the knees
Ayy, let's do it
Ayy, ayy
Yall niggas know what the f*ck was goin' on
Ayy, let's do it
Better go get you some paper
F*ck all these bitches
F*ck this bitch, I'm full of it
Ayy, let's do it
Let's do it
Santana on the beat
Oh, ayy, let's do it
Let's do it, let's do it
Oh, ayy, what you say
Let's do it
Oh, ayy, better go get you some money
Cause when you're broke and not havin' none
Boy, yeah, that shit dere ain't funny
Won't stop till I run up a hundred
F*ck that won't stop till I run up a million
Ain't got time to be laid up and chillin
Rather be in my bag than my feelings
Rather chase me a bag than chase me a bitch
I'm already knowin' she f*ckin
Cause when you down and on your last
That bitch, she gon' treat you like nothing
Ayy, that's why I stay with some motion
Keep my foot on they neck till they choke
My pockets, they send no potato, they loaded and My shit filled up with cheese
Ayy, when you havin' that shit
She gon' drop to her knees
Oh, ayy, let's do it
Boy, if you're broke, better fix it
Don't really got time for sitting around and bitchin
Ayy, better get you a pack or go stay in that kitchen
Ayy, f*ckin', go get you a job or somethin
Ayy, with all the violence, but she ain't gon' rob or somethin
Go bust down the door or twist you a knob or somethin
I don't care how you get it, just pop it
When you get it, just stack it and take off like a rocket
Free game, I'm just tryin' to give you some knowledge
See me, I'm tryin' to get rich, so I'm like Roddy
Can't sit around worryin' about that nigga, nigga pocket
This is what I really came up off of, zero
All it took was a little bit of hustle
Had to cut out that bullshit, get to my grind
And start kickin' with all these busters
Ayy, let's do it
Better go get you some money
Cause when you're broke and ain't havin' none
Boy, y'all, that shit, that ain't funny
Won't stop till I run up a hundred
They f*ckin', won't stop till I run up a million
Ain't got time to be laid up and chillin
Rather be in my bag than my feelings
Rather chase me a bag than chase me a bitch
I'm already knowin' she f*ckin
Cause when you down and you on your last
That bitch, she gon' treat you like nothin
That's why I stay with Some motion
Keep my foot on they neck till they choke
My pockets, they sittin on potato, they loaded and My shit filled up with cheese
Ayy, when you havin' that shit, she gon' drop it on the knees
Ayy, let's do it
Ayy, ayy
Yall niggas know what the f*ck was goin' on
Ayy, let's do it
Better go get you some paper
F*ck all these bitches
F*ck this bitch, I'm full of it
Ayy, let's do it
Let's do it
Writer: Jaquone Ruffin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid