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[feat. Eminem] Let's go, let's ride, Hello, Good morning Hello, Good morning Know you've been waiting for it 'Cause I seen you watching So let's go Let's get it popping Cause I've been leaning on the bar Looking cleaner than the star All these broads won't give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass And they mad cause the bitch won't stop Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie (You know, you know, we know, we on that) Stuntin like you looking like a movie (You know, you know, we know, we on that) And everybody know who the truth be (You know, you know, we know, we on that) I blow cause I'm blowing on the moo-wee (You know, you know, we know, we on that) Hello SongtexteHello, Good morning Let's go, let's ride, Hello, Good morning Hello, Good evening You blow, you feindin' 'Cause you know that your really needed And I'm the one that you wanna be with But right now baby you dreaming Wake up and turn the lights off Hello and Good Morning Baby I didn't mean to turn it bad I know you're feeling angry just as bad Cause I took you through the drive through and made you pay the tab Girl I'm so cheap I can turn your happy meal sad Your loco, don't bother mistaking me for a mogul I'm more like fogal, McLovin', McDonalds McMuffin Breakfast burritoes, rito's, cheetos and dorrito's help cheat though And that'd be the only thing I pee hole So baby anything with a dollar menu I treat you My back hand is lethal so I keep you at arms length So I can always reach you Get a knee to the gut, that's the only way I say I need you Lady I'm just trying to get a rim job off the deal And I ain't talkin' Giovanni's on the wheels So let me see you mommy's get ya tail feathers kicking I'm here to cock block like a square chicken, come on Hello, Good morning Let's go, let's work, Hello, Good morning Let's go, let's work, Hello, Turn me up a little bit more, I don't think they can hear me Check this out Bad Boy bitch Let's work Come on Let's work Non stop let's rock let's work Make you feel good too Don't stop I see you let's work It's that Dirty Money Uh, How fly is he Your baby momma cry for me like Jodeci So how you not notice me Pull up to the club in the coldest V Ugh. literally though little did he know how that nigga Diddy flow How that nigga Diddy go so hard like a crowbar still getting dough Woah, woah, woah Yeah I like this, can you feel it Nothing can save ya It's that Dirty Money Hello, hello, hello, hello Aus Songtexte Mania