[Dre, Marvin Gaye & Fat Joe]
Pullin´ out garages, broads, and credit cards
Dodgin´ all charges, clout chasers, and frauds
We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
Bitches like, "Ayy, let´s get it on"

Let’s get it on, ow baby
Coca
Let’s get it

[Fat Joe]
Joe Crack been slippin´ the feds since the 80´s
Movin´ that white boy, yeah, that´s Slim Shady
Pushin´ that D like Terry Flannery
Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn´t handle me
You niggas buyin´ Dapper Dan out the Gucci store
I was in Harlem drippin´ dap, servin´ Pookie raw
Cold case unit want smoke, they tryna find leakers
Only cold case I know holdin´ time pieces
Now that´s a milli on a wrist
The only chains that matter is the rock piece and this
TS logo diamonds drippin´ on the Fashion Nova

They like, "Fuck, these niggas ain´t gon´ never be over"

[Dre & Marvin Gaye]
Pullin´ out garages, broads, and credit cards
Dodgin´ all charges, clout chasers, and frauds
We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
Bitches like "Ayy, let´s get it on"
Let’s get it on, ow baby

[Dre & Marvin Gaye]
Woo, this is, yeah
Let’s get it

[Dre]
Look, I´m still bumpin´ Mike Jack Thriller (Still)
I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (Talk to ´em)

I would never land of the side of foul niggas
Where I´m from if they think that you rattin´, they might kill ya
Rappers do time, come home, then sound different
When them feds be them niggas ghostwritin´ they life sentence
It´s D-R-E, I fuck models and roll with mobsters
And I cook up beats like the Doc that´s straight outta Compton, nig

[Dre & Marvin Gaye]
Pullin´ out garages, broads, and credit cards
Crushin´ bottle bitches, divas, and ghetto stars
We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
Bitches like, "Ayy, let´s get it on"
Let’s get it on, ow baby
Let´s get it on
Let´s love baby

Let’s get it

[Lil Wayne]
I´m with several incredible bitches that´s ready to do what I tell ´em to and that includes even beheading you
I never knew how much you never knew of what you never knew
I´m from the jungle not the pettin´ zoo and you look edible
Silencer on the Glock, ´cause I´m just tryna hold the noise
You can hear a pin drop without hearin´ the bowling balls
And the truth is hard to swallow, but not for my hoe at all
Oh my gosh, she bought me flowers, I´m about to smoke ´em all (Woo)

Never had a white girl fetish, like my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S´s all white pearl letters, motherfucka

[Dre w Lil Wayne]
Pullin´ out garages, broads, and credit cards
Dodgin´ all charges, clout chasers, and frauds
We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin
Bitches like, "Ayy, let´s get it on"