Do What I Do
I don't even really be chasin' the Henn, I'm chasin' the loot
My brody walked in, he picked up like two
You gotta make room, cause I picked up a few
Holdin' my hand, I tell her the scoop
As soon as she do, she get in the boot
Only like two can fit in this coupe
The rest of the crib, boy, they tied to the roof
It's the T-Tops, so these hoes ridin' loose
No more E&Js, so we goin' off the goose
Steal right off my plate, that's what they wanna do
But I got a stake in this shit, I ain't talkin about food
Top of the morning, birds singin' like flutes
A brand new day for me, go get the loot
I don't even really like sayin' nothin
Cause I'm the type nigga gon' do what he do
I'm the type nigga might break all the rules
Might put up a note and put on a suit
Face turnin' blue from me countin' these blues
I walk in and y'all get the clue, pop a few tags
If I spend it, I'm gon' get it back
My pockets were skinny, I couldn't get with that
Now my bank account jumpin' like jacks
Cut a few ties to get where I'm at
They ain't had to drive, watch me race to a check
I know they say love at first sight is a threat
But I fell in love with that money the first time we met
So now it's no point goin' back, unless we backin' on out in a Jag
Go get a bag and smack on her ass
I turn to a chiropractic cause the way I be crackin' that back
Nowadays I make the magic cause I keep a penny in my pocket, I feel like I'm Shaq
Nowadays I get a few racks, split right down in half
Then pass it all out just like that
I don't even really be chasin' the Henn, I'm chasin' the loot
My brody walked in, he picked up like two
You gotta make room, cause I picked up a few
Holdin' my hand, I tell her the scoop
As soon as she do, she get in the boot
Only like two can fit in this coupe
The rest of the crib, boy, they tied to the roof
It's the T-Tops, so these hoes ridin' loose
No more E&Js, so we goin' off the goose
Steal right off my plate, that's what they wanna do
But I got a stake in this shit, I ain't talkin about food
Top of the morning, birds singin' like flutes
A brand new day for me, go get the loot
I don't even really like sayin' nothin
Cause I'm the type nigga gon' do what he do
All of my diamonds rehearse choreography, they dancin' right here on the tennis
Cop it or spin it, it don't make no difference I'm the type walkin' that spot buy the building
I think I'm allergic to mediocrity, I ain't nothin' like the rest of these niggas
Cause everything that I do, bitch, I'm winnin'
They be pourin' hypnotic and henny
But I don't even really be chasin' the Henn, I'm chasin' the loot
My brody walked in, he picked up like two, you gotta make room cause I picked up a few
Holdin' my hand, I tell her to scoot, as soon as she do, she get in the booth
Only like two can fit in this coupe, the rest at the crib, but they tied to the roof
It's the T-Tops, so these hoes ridin' loose, no more E&Js, so we goin' off the goose
Steal right off my plate, that's what they wanna do
But I got a stake in this shit, I ain't talkin' about food
Top of the mornin', birds singin' like flutes, a brand new day for me, go get the loot
And I don't even really like sayin' nothin' Cause I'm the type of nigga gon' do what he do
My brody walked in, he picked up like two
You gotta make room, cause I picked up a few
Holdin' my hand, I tell her the scoop
As soon as she do, she get in the boot
Only like two can fit in this coupe
The rest of the crib, boy, they tied to the roof
It's the T-Tops, so these hoes ridin' loose
No more E&Js, so we goin' off the goose
Steal right off my plate, that's what they wanna do
But I got a stake in this shit, I ain't talkin about food
Top of the morning, birds singin' like flutes
A brand new day for me, go get the loot
I don't even really like sayin' nothin
Cause I'm the type nigga gon' do what he do
I'm the type nigga might break all the rules
Might put up a note and put on a suit
Face turnin' blue from me countin' these blues
I walk in and y'all get the clue, pop a few tags
If I spend it, I'm gon' get it back
My pockets were skinny, I couldn't get with that
Now my bank account jumpin' like jacks
Cut a few ties to get where I'm at
They ain't had to drive, watch me race to a check
I know they say love at first sight is a threat
But I fell in love with that money the first time we met
So now it's no point goin' back, unless we backin' on out in a Jag
Go get a bag and smack on her ass
I turn to a chiropractic cause the way I be crackin' that back
Nowadays I make the magic cause I keep a penny in my pocket, I feel like I'm Shaq
Nowadays I get a few racks, split right down in half
Then pass it all out just like that
I don't even really be chasin' the Henn, I'm chasin' the loot
My brody walked in, he picked up like two
You gotta make room, cause I picked up a few
Holdin' my hand, I tell her the scoop
As soon as she do, she get in the boot
Only like two can fit in this coupe
The rest of the crib, boy, they tied to the roof
It's the T-Tops, so these hoes ridin' loose
No more E&Js, so we goin' off the goose
Steal right off my plate, that's what they wanna do
But I got a stake in this shit, I ain't talkin about food
Top of the morning, birds singin' like flutes
A brand new day for me, go get the loot
I don't even really like sayin' nothin
Cause I'm the type nigga gon' do what he do
All of my diamonds rehearse choreography, they dancin' right here on the tennis
Cop it or spin it, it don't make no difference I'm the type walkin' that spot buy the building
I think I'm allergic to mediocrity, I ain't nothin' like the rest of these niggas
Cause everything that I do, bitch, I'm winnin'
They be pourin' hypnotic and henny
But I don't even really be chasin' the Henn, I'm chasin' the loot
My brody walked in, he picked up like two, you gotta make room cause I picked up a few
Holdin' my hand, I tell her to scoot, as soon as she do, she get in the booth
Only like two can fit in this coupe, the rest at the crib, but they tied to the roof
It's the T-Tops, so these hoes ridin' loose, no more E&Js, so we goin' off the goose
Steal right off my plate, that's what they wanna do
But I got a stake in this shit, I ain't talkin' about food
Top of the mornin', birds singin' like flutes, a brand new day for me, go get the loot
And I don't even really like sayin' nothin' Cause I'm the type of nigga gon' do what he do
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Writer(s): Gregory Leonard Ii
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