That’s It (Letra)
It’s Bebe
Gucci
Murda
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
What you looking at is the real, ain’t nothing on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You been looking at my ass, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I been riding through the West dodging paparazzi
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy
Damn I’m dressed fresh to death, stepping out the coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started ‘cause I don’t like to stop
Too bad bitch just wanna say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she licking that a whole lotta [?]
This bitch so bad that she deserve a whole lot of props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
[?], fuck
She let her call me daddy, I treat her like paps
It’s Gucci
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
Multicolour [?], with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t never speak or talk, all you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
[?], that’s a lot of vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail outta Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes on you, I see you looking
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
2 Chainz
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot
I like my [?], like my card drop
Cause [?] I don’t even have [?]
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute
But her friend there looking kinda cuter
I was on my Macbook computer
Trying to go through the whole Kama Sutra
ID, ID
That’s it, that’s it
Mattress, passion, satisfaction
Aw
That’s it, that’s it…
