Lyrics Red Cafe – We Get It On
Text:
Yeah. Red Café. All aboard. Omarion. Top flight.
Look baby, we do this every weekend. Let’s go
Verse 1: Red Café
Million dollar deals I’m involved in
Baby you fine like the wine in my cellar
Now I got her wet, can’t find a umbrella
Ow, so fly, elevated
Everything Louie Vuitton
Tailor made it
Been about a year
You look hella good on me
It’s our anniversary
Tony Toni Tone (What else?)
Chorus: Omarion
Ayye Ayye, Ayye Ayye
We just got inside and now that shit is jumpin like…
Ayye Ayye, Ayye Ayye
Feet all on the couch and now I’m sippin’ somethin’
We wrong, we wrong, we wrong, we wrong
If you got some pretty friends we gon bring ’em all
You know, you know, you know, you know
This is how we get it on
Ayye Ayee
Verse 2: Omarion
Bet I can read your mind
I hope you redesign
All of that bullshit, that he put in your mind
This is a lot of work, meet me in the middle
Make it worth it baby, you know I’m so official
Get with a boss, you need a thug in ‘yo life (‘yo life ‘yo life)
Verse 3: Red Café
Real winners gonna throw the cash on ya ass
I would like to put my autograph on ya ass
Go deep til you feel it
Every night I’m a kill it
And cut it, no scissors
Get familiar with the realest (ah)
Them planes be charted
I’m all over the web and I ain’t Peter Parker
Motion pictures, somethin to move ya body on
The soundtrack be provided by Omarion
Chorus: Omarion
Ayye Ayye, Ayye Ayye
We just got inside and now that shit is jumpin like…
Ayye Ayye, Ayye Ayye
Feet all on the couch and now I’m sippin’ somethin’
We wrong, we wrong, we wrong, we wrong
If you got some pretty friends we gon bring ’em all
You know, you know, you know, you know
This is how we get it on
Ayye Ayee
Verse 4: Red Café
What else?
Look mama a fashion executive
If she ain’t Miss America then she her relative
She kill ’em everyday, hatin’ hoes sheddin’ tears
And that new ‘Rari automatically switch gears
Why sell, endorse her? let her tell it
Platinum in the very 1st week, let her sell it
What her zodiac? lil’ mama a cover girl
You with the money team, we live in another world
Chorus: Omarion
Ayye Ayye, Ayye Ayye
We just got inside and now that shit is jumpin like…
Ayye Ayye, Ayye Ayye
Feet all on the couch and now I’m sippin’ somethin’
We wrong, we wrong, we wrong, we wrong
If you got some pretty friends we gon bring ’em all
You know, you know, you know, you know
This is how we get it on
Ayye Ayee
