Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song O Let's Do It feat. Diddy/Rick Ross/Gucci Mane , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Release date: 14.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
O Let's Do It feat. Diddy/Rick Ross/Gucci Mane |
| I got my billions up f-cking with them white folk* |
| Now I don’t give a f-ck cause I’m richer than them white folks |
| Lamborghini trucks, y’all ain’t even seen it yet |
| Bought me Teterboro just to Diddy-Bop and land my jet |
| Now I’m hustlin out of Harlem Paulie Castellano |
| B-tch I am a problem, I just bought the Delano |
| Pimpin in my convo, b-tches come in combo’s |
| Pictures of Christopher on my wall all in my condo |
| I don’t f-ck with fake hoes, all I touch is J-Lo's, all I drink is my sh-t |
| Ciroc by the case load |
| Movies is my next sh-t |
| 2 mill on my necklace |
| Badboy, 80 million muthf-ckin records |
| I f-cked my money up |
| I bought another Rolls Royce to pick my homies up |
| My top back like old boy |
| Step your game up, you ride n-gga hold on |
| I switched the game up |
| One stack that’s for the whole zone |
| That’s 36 a kilo, b-tch I think I’m meano |
| B-tch I think I’m scarface |
| B-tch I’m Al Pacino |
| Flipping my painted my new Benzo |
| Took my b-tch to red lobster |
| I can feed no friends hoe |
| B-tch I’m on my high horse |
| Jewels I rock I die for |
| Cause that sh-t that I bought |
| Shoot your ass that’s my fault |
| B-tch I’m on this asphalt |
| Money making |
| B-tch I’m on my last straw |
| Them choppers always do the thing |
| YEEEEAAAH, O let’s do it |
| Ayy, O let’s do it |
| Ayy, O let’s do it |
| YEEEEAAAH, drug dealin music |
| Ayy, I influence |
| Ayy, I influence |
| I f-cked my money up, damn |
| Now I can’t re-up |
| Ran off in his spot just to get stacks up |
| Now I’m back on deck, |
| So shawty what the f-ck you want |
| Heard he talkin sh-t but this ain’t what the f-ck he want |
| Locked my CEO up |
| Now it’s back to coka |
| N-ggas talkin sh-t bruh, hang him by a ropa |
| Hit em with the choppa |
| Call that sh-t hot lama |
| Call me waka flocka aka young wild n-gga |
| Aka young drug dealer |
| Got purp, got kush, got pills got white |
| In the trap all night with the hard and the soft |
| Stacks on the flo' |
| Shift it to the left then he shift it to the right |
| So icey brick boys got it all night |
| These lame ass n-ggas ain’t got no fight |
| Kick in my door we gon shoot out all night |
| O let’s do it, O let’s do it |
| Burrr Burrr |
| Stack my money up, brick squad we so g’d up |
| I’m countin cash in my office sippin coffee with my feet up |
| Haters sending threats like they want beef but they know they don’t |
| Meet Flocka at the dealership I told him get what the f-ck you want |
| They locked my homeboy Vona up 1999 for murder |
| Now n-ggas claiming zone 6, that I ain’t never heard’a |
| Hit you with the garbage, why would I when I got shooters |
| You heard Gucci was locked up but that was just a rumour |
| Got purp, got pills, got lean, plus I got powder for you snorters, |
| you wanna find me? |
| I-20 to East Atlanta Georgia |
| I send my female shooters that rock-a-by-baby 1017 |
| Shawty in my hood we got them Ak’s |