Red Café - Let It Go (Feat. Diddy) (Prod. by Jahlil Beats) | Текст песни

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• Let It Go (Feat. Diddy) (Prod. by Jahlil Beats)

More money!
Yeah, ain't nobody getting as much money as us, baby!
Shake down!
More money!

Light skin broad fucked her in the car
And gave her my work told her put it in her bra
Next week this time she killin' them all
Tell your ex nigga I'ma show him how to ball
I'm a dope boy, cush flowery
ain't been a better bad boy since Mike Lowry
Fresh like I dry cleaned the whole wardrobe
My team doing numbers check the bar codes
I don't chase money don't eva chase bitches
I just chase liquor but have them all lickin
Back in my city I'm a gorilla
I got that uncut I'm a dope dealer!

[Chorus]
I'm dope boy, ballin
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like dough boy In my Jordans
every night flipping numbers till the mornin
now let it go, let it go, let it go
now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

Yeah, last time you seen me I was in that blue thing
With a supermodel now I'm in that new thing
with a newer model and I made her pump the gas
Took her up to Harlem, then I pumped that ass
I remember I was countin five hundred milly
Around the same time weezy recorded a milly
One for the money two for the money
Love a real bitch, that's all about her money
Sorry ass niggas out here looking funny
So im in my own world spaced out kid cuddi
hold the fuck up
rip hudi we're still stuntin on em got the hood going dummy

[Chorus]
I'm dope boy, ballin
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm lookin like dough boy, in my jordans
every night flipping numbers till the mornin
now let it go, let it go, let it go
now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

slumber party in the apartments
I should win a drug dealing contest
I'm so real you could catch a contact
Got that dough dick I could make her come back
I still sleep with my scale
All I have for breakfast was ale...
All I have for dinner was some good pussy
got a package in the mail with some good Cush in
Bring your girl here I might spoil her
four door porche with a spoiler
I keep killing pussy call my lawyer
made my girl jack son like latoya

[Chorus]
I'm dope boy, ballin
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like dough boy, in my jordans
every night flipping numbers till the mornin
now let it go, let it go, let it go
now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

More jewels, more cars and more skrilla
last leaf first up like a dope dealer
Purple leaves for the smokey mirrors
I ride on your bitch with a four wheeler
Uh, sharp shooter like the old milla
Banana clip, go on play gorilla
Steppin on your own blood theres your red bottom
Shot my homie pent house the feds got him
Look at Shawty ass she can't stand straight
spent your down payment on my landscape
Any means necessary I'm gon get it
You fuckin with them niggas hands on with it

[Chorus]
I'm dope boy, ballin
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like dough boy, in my jordans
every night flipping numbers till the mornin
now let it go, let it go, let it go
now let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!
every night flipping numbers till the mornin
Now let it go, let it go.

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