Let It Go (Remix) Lyrics -Red Cafe

Let It Go (Remix) Lyrics -Red Cafe
(Feat. Diddy 2 Chainz & French Montana)

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

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

Chorus:
I'm dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain't flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

Yeah, last time when you seen me I was in that blue thing
With a supermodel now, I'm in that new thing
with a new model I .. pumped the gas
Took her off the Harlem, and I pumped that ass
I remember I was... around five hundred milly
Around the same time... recorded a milly
One for the money, two for the money,
Love a real bitch, that's all about the money!
..niggers out here looking funny
So my own world space down...
..fucked up!
..we're still.. and we have the hood going dummy

Chorus:
I'm dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain't flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

..slumber party in the...
I should win a drug dealer contest
I'm so real, you could catch a contact
Got that dough dick...
I still sleep with my scale
All I have for breakfast was a...
All I have for dinner was some good pussy
I got a package in the mail with some good Cush in
Bring your girl here...
I keep killing pussy...

Chorus:
I'm dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain't flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!

More jewels, more cars and more...
..like the...
Purple leaves for the smoky mirrors
I ride on your bitch with a...
Uh, shop shooter like the..
Banana clip, don't play..
Stepping on your own blood...
Shut my homie penthouse...
Look at Shawty ass she can't stand straight
...on my landscape.
Any means necessary, I'mma go get her
You're fucking with the niggers...

Chorus:
I'm dope boy, balling,
I swear I should be playing at the garden
I'm looking like dope boy, you my darlings
And I ain't flipping numbers till the morning
I let it go, let it go, let it go
I let it go, let it go
Take that, let me get this!
And I ain't flipping numbers till the morning
Now let it go, let it go.