Dance dj - Get It Started lyrics

Featuring Lil Wayne, T.I. & Future [Hook: Future] Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it Let's put some ice on your watch and designer on your body Let's order b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles B*tches and bottles, let's order b*tches and bottles B*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles B*tches and bottles, let's get it started [Verse 1: T.I.] I'm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho My neck Rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for In the same regions on all floors, I got six s*uts on all fours They french kiss and say bonjour, I got my own shine but I won't show I'm stupid rich got stupid b*tch, got stupid rich and loot it Don't like me, f*ck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame I won't entertain no punk sh*t, they talk sh*t and I run sh*t Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years I'm gettin' (?) that's unreal, let's say one album and like ten mill Plus my swag is stupid low IQ gone, heard n*gga bailin' all try to gone But when you ballin' like I do, you know something n*gga, they don't like you [Hook: Future] Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest Girl there's other precautions, get the car it's inside it Let's put some ice on your watch and designer on your body Let's order b*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles B*tches and bottles, let's order b*tches and bottles B*tches and bottles, b*tches and bottles B*tches and bottles, let's get it started [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] It's Tunechi you b*tch you, I like sticky weed and sticky p**y Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that sh*t like whoopie cushion Ballin' on them f*ck n*ggas, they on the bench I bench press em They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off... piss test em Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the b*tches Who f*ckin' wit' me? All I hear is crickets I got stank up in my swisher, my b*tch p**y smell like roses She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like Joseph Man I'm married to this sh*t, you can call it Sh*t Carter Dick stay up like it got insomnia All them n*ggas hatin'... f*ck ya in ya p**y The best things in life are free, free my n*gga Boosie, gone [Hook: Future (x2)]