3 on (feat. Tinashe, Drake)

A nigga got a woosah
Comin' at me never work no matter who try
I got 'em all a cheque without the woo-hah
Flip mo's on ya quick got a few sides
Comin' from the 6 side
Where niggas goin' shower posse just to get by
Stay true never switch sides, yea, the game turn me into this guy
Yea, and now every time Drake-out,
cameras always flashing tryna put me on the Takeout
Crib in Calabasas man I call that shit the safe house
Thirty minutes from L.A. man the shit is way out
Til D Day that's where I'm stayin'
You can hear it in my voice I'm goin' way in
Yea, OB dat my brother like a Wayans
Ya know I only show up if you payin', nigga
Yea, I always been on, I always been two on
For like the past five years cause all these niggas wanna shine
I got a flashlight here man
Bout to hit the gas right here man
Old soul livin' in the past life here man
You, bring the cash right here man
Miracles, sit your ass right here man
You know I hate to wait, that's why I get it first and you get it late
Yea, OVO sound man that's everyday
It's Young Money Records man get the record straight

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, pour it on up
Till I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb, then go more dumb
Then we can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on
(Let's roll)
I love to get 2 on
I love to (let's roll)
I love to get 2 on
(Let's roll)
(Let's roll)
I love to get 2 on
I love to (let's roll)

Yeah, we can get active
And all my bitches attractive
We go, you know who we are now
Get high, hotbox in my car now

If you a lame, nigga you ain't making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that's my choice
Get money, get money like the invoice

Make the money make the whip
Make the money make the grip
I be stuntin' with my clique
Getting faded 'till we trip

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, pour it on up
Till I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb, then go more dumb
Then we can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on
(Let's roll)
I love to get 2 on
I love to (let's roll)

Uh, pull your panties down from under you
Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q
Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane
Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring
Nasty, make me do it in the backseat
Swear this marijuana keep it cracking
Lights, camera, action, I ain't doing nothing to the cash
Money, money, money, weed, fashion
Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing
Girl twerk that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping
Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake
Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes

Just give me the trees
And we can smoke it ya
Just give me the drink
And we can pour it ya
And my enemies they see me living now
And if you roll me then you'll be winning now

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get faded, turn up, pour it on up
Till I can't even think no more
Get ratchet, go dumb, then go more dumb
Then we can keep it lit, let's roll

I love to get 2 on
(Let's roll)
I love to get 2 on
I love to (let's roll)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Jarrett, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Delano Noox Thomas, Craig Serani Marsh, Sean Paul Henriques, Jon Redwine, Tinashe Kachingwe, Dijon Mcfarlane, Robert Clifton Iii Brackins, Cezar Rupert Cunningham, Steven Marsden, Marley Waters
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