Do Your Thing
It's all a game we want fame, we want money and cars
I'm talking big big bucks, let me buy out the bar
Brought another couple dancers in that big-ass car
So the busters know they love us, got 'em crossing their hears
Speak the truth if you need to cause you in love with the feeling
How bout you catch up with me later for some sexual healing?
Put your hands to ceiling, cause you riding and dealing
While inside they be wildin' out, I'm right there with 'em
Dirty dirty get it good girl, all the way from Pasadena
I ain't afraid to take my time, I know you don't care neither
This is a testament to everything I left them with
I gotta do my thing baby cause I'm heaven sent
Do your thing
You know you got nothing to hide
Why won't you stop being shy?
Come along for the ride
And the world is a crazy place
Everybody saving face
Forget about the cameras and ball
So you tell 'em I'm a boss and they're thinking I'm a player
Jensen Reed all your needs I'm a fly rhyme-sayer
At times I've been contemplating never mistaken
On point like Uni-Ball pens watch me rock it 'til the end
Baby girl how you doing? Hope you living it right
Am I being to forward to ask your plans for the night?
See the way you dancing on the floor it's got me uptight
I'd like to put you and your friends in my cameras spotlight
Snapshot, click, flash, now rotate your positions
Cook me up some breakfast in a thong in the kitchen
It's a long intermission, we got all night
You do your thing little ladies
Keep doing it right
I'm talking big big bucks, let me buy out the bar
Brought another couple dancers in that big-ass car
So the busters know they love us, got 'em crossing their hears
Speak the truth if you need to cause you in love with the feeling
How bout you catch up with me later for some sexual healing?
Put your hands to ceiling, cause you riding and dealing
While inside they be wildin' out, I'm right there with 'em
Dirty dirty get it good girl, all the way from Pasadena
I ain't afraid to take my time, I know you don't care neither
This is a testament to everything I left them with
I gotta do my thing baby cause I'm heaven sent
Do your thing
You know you got nothing to hide
Why won't you stop being shy?
Come along for the ride
And the world is a crazy place
Everybody saving face
Forget about the cameras and ball
So you tell 'em I'm a boss and they're thinking I'm a player
Jensen Reed all your needs I'm a fly rhyme-sayer
At times I've been contemplating never mistaken
On point like Uni-Ball pens watch me rock it 'til the end
Baby girl how you doing? Hope you living it right
Am I being to forward to ask your plans for the night?
See the way you dancing on the floor it's got me uptight
I'd like to put you and your friends in my cameras spotlight
Snapshot, click, flash, now rotate your positions
Cook me up some breakfast in a thong in the kitchen
It's a long intermission, we got all night
You do your thing little ladies
Keep doing it right
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Hand, Jensen David Reed
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