What We Doing

Squad
Famous, what you know
Just kidding
Think I'm crazy
Going crazy
Think I'm crazy
Going crazy
Think I'm crazy
Going crazy
Think I'm crazy
Going crazy

Look, okay, I'm thinking about
Copping them choppas
And taking it to Tea and them house
And leaving em out
And shoot em for hours
Then hop in the shower
Fucking yo bitch
I'm ugly and rich
If you let me I'll probably just fucking forget
As real as it gets
I'll take me a trip
I'll play with a brick
I'm crazy as shit
I don't give a fuck
You lazy as shit
I see why you broke
You sleeping the most
I'm up and I leave
I go with the breeze
I cock and squeeze
I do it with ease
I make her believe
My paper is green
The fuck do you mean?
I stay with them hundreds
Addicted to money
Your bitch trying to fuck
But me, I just laugh
Cause that shit funny
Cause me, I don't want it
She see why I'm stuntin'
I started with nothing
My bread, it was crumbin'
I was robbing the public
It really was nothing
But back to the subject
I'm a younging with money
So I pop me a molly
I smoke dro by the onion
I knew it was comin'
I knew it was you who be doing the stuntin'
You never was pumpin'
Why the fuck is you bluffin'
You never was pumpin'
Why the fuck is you bluffin'
But you never was pumpin'

Got some old thots that I can't forget about (forget about)
Real niggas, can't forget about em (forget about em)
I say she know me, show me love, I wouldn't doubt it (doubt it)
If she let me fuck, I'ma get the money out her (money out her)
Now what I'm counting? (hundred thousands)
Where we at? (Trump Tower)
What she doing? (she sucking dick)
What we doing? (we hitting licks)
Now what I'm counting? (hundred thousands)
Where we at? (Trump Tower)
What she doing? (she sucking dick)
What we doing? (we hitting licks)

Niggas with bullets while riding in hoodies and [?]
Getting that dope money
Street money, I get, I get it
And flip it, and send it
It's bringing me more money
Smoking them Dutches and filling my lungs up with Cali
I'm plotting on getting the mail
Look at my ears, there's ice on my ears
Look at your ears, it's not like your ears
Bad bitch, I am [?] gold digger (gold digger)
Making money too, might as well roll with em
Cause that's how it goes, Maybach murder game
You get murdered for change
So stay off the road, or just stay in your lane
I'm feeling the [?]
I'm bagging up gold, just got a truckload
They got me a ho, my Roly is gold
I pull up in a Rolls, pull off in a Ferrari
You hating? I'm sorry
Now it's back to the thousands
The money is piling, I came from the violence
So niggas is wilding, and now cause I need it
Naw, nigga you keep it
I"ll go get it myself
My gun in my belt, I'm drinking top shelf
Cooking dope like a chef, got stripes like a ref
So bitch nigga step, I'm shooting [?]
Got dope on my left, hit you right with them sales
It's all for the cause

I think I'm crazy, cause sometimes I think about
Going crazy, run up in a nigga house
I see police sometimes I think we going down
So many haters (that's) why my clip a hundred rounds