Listen to Let's Get It (Featuring P. Diddy & Black Rob) by G. Dep

Let's Get It (Featuring P. Diddy & Black Rob)

G. Dep

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G. Dep
G. Dep
Vocals
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Programming
Yogi
Yogi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Greene
Al Greene
Songwriter
Mabon Hodges
Mabon Hodges
Songwriter
Jeremy Graham
Jeremy Graham
Songwriter
Robert Ross
Robert Ross
Songwriter
Trevell Coleman
Trevell Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Additional Producer
Yogi
Yogi
Producer
Dom Mancuso
Dom Mancuso
Assistant Engineer
Michael Patterson
Michael Patterson
Mixing Engineer
P. Diddy
P. Diddy
Mixing Engineer
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Recording Engineer
Rob Paustain
Rob Paustain
Recording Engineer
Roger Che
Roger Che
Recording Engineer
Bobby Springsteen
Bobby Springsteen
Vocal Producer
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook With the game and the soldiers sit When I came, the game that I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water I'm break this game till it say out of order Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters, headline supporters Hitting wives and daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders Call Puffy to order Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in their channel with the opposite handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing You the only one who gets played for bling, bling I represent eight blocks and sing-sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it (We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) (Let's get it) (Let's get it)
Writer(s): Robert Ross, Jeremy A. Graham, Mabon Hodges, Trevell Coleman, Al L. Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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