conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Oh Let’s Do It with the following description: Lil' Wayne used Waka Flocka Flame’s “O Let’s Do It” beat on the No Ceilings mixtape, notably, many months before Flocka and the track had really gained popularity and everyone started doing freestyles over this beat.
  Wayne goes hard on this beat — no hooks, no frills; gotta love it
  The first verse riffs on the original lyrics for example;
  “I fucked my money up / Now I can’t re-up"
  changed to
  “I got Young Money up / And now I got my feet up”
  and so on Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Ooh, L-Don
  Fuck that interface, dawg, go to work, yeah
  Picante in this bitch with me
  Fuq', hit the weed
  You got all that shit? Yeah, ugh, ugh
  [Verse: Lil Wayne]
  I got Young Money up, and now, I got my feet up
  Tune in this bitch, tell my niggas throw them Bs up
  Doing what the fuck I want, hate me all the fuck you want
  Real niggas fuck with me, and I don't give a fuck who don't
  Lock the CEO up; and I'm the CEO, fuck
  Prison in February, and I ain't in no rush
  Drink 'til I throw up; nigga, roll more blunts
  Ball so hard, man, I gotta go pro once
  Hit 'em with the shotgun, call that shit the "stop button"
  Call me Dr. Carter, AKA "Young Wild Nigga"
  AKA "No trial, nigga,"
   AK, 
  click-clack, pow,
   nigga
  Fucking with the kid and you'll be missing like Bilal, nigga
  Yeah! Haha! Swagger stupid, 
  pack a Uzi
  Hundred clips, nigga? That's a movie — Aim at your toupée
  You sweet as Kool-Aid, cream brulée
  I'm sharp as Blu-Ray,
   I fuck her today
  Then she gotta skate — Young Lupe
  I hit the beat hard — Bobby Boucher
  I keep them tools on me, get the screwface
  Flowers for the dead, here's a bouquet
  L.V.'s, nigga, on every suitcase
  Y.M., nigga, it's a new day
  We the champions, nigga, hoo-ray
  Yeah! Hammer in the Louis duff'
  Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
  Bullet come too fast to adjust
  I don't give a fuck about my roof that much
  So I put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up
  Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
  I'm Weezy F., and the "F" is for "Flame"
  Eat these rappers, chef of the game
  Shit on the track, shit on the train
  Murder the beat—the beat was slain
  Rest In Peace; that's a shame, he kill anybody song
  Versatile as fuck, I switch it up like Dennis Rodman dome
  No homo, you rocking wrong; 
  Rest In Peace, my styrofoam
  Now they wanna know what I be on
  Get the fuck off my dick, my cock, my bone
  B—Big money, my pockets long;
   New Orleans, I got my home
  And they got my back—pause; no homo, no maricón
  Smoking on that private-grown, it put me where I belong
  All about my cheese; cheddar, mozzarella, provolone
  Fuck her for an hour-long, let her take a shower, gone
  Sorry baby, but I'm in my I-don't-wan'-be-bothered zone
  Yeah! Haha, you're a groupie, get on your duty
  Two women give me head, call that "Two-face"
  Bitch, I'm too great, take your food tray, I was born on doomsday
  Ugh! Ai—Ain't no nigga like me
  "What's up?" to my gang, big Bs, like a Breitling
  Take a nigga bitch, she ride my dick, like she cycling
  Then, she can't walk, run, or jump; like white men
  Ugh! F—Fuck you niggas wanna do?
  No Ceilings
  , let the bullets rain on you
  Weezy F., the "F" is for "Fuck what you’re going through"
  Make your people mourn you [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Haha! OK, let's do it