Why I Do It

Get off my dick, let me do me
That's a million bucks, every two weeks
I'm fucking on an actress, we making movies
I'm pulling out my camera, we shooting new scenes
I'm flexing stupid on these niggas, puking on these niggas
Sipping all this drank, Lord I'm juicing on these niggas
Got my bitch balling hard
Sheryl Swooping on these niggas
Mind your fucking business and stop googling on me, nigga
I do Tunechi on these niggas

Riding through the city with a bad bitch with me (bad bitch)
She wanna know if she can bring her friends
But my niggas wanna know if they're pretty
Yeah they can tag along
Bet you I could tag em all
With a little loud and some alcohol
But I'ma pass em off to my niggas
Kick em out when I'm done, nigga, fuck 'em all
Back to the grind (grind)
I work so hard like I get paid overtime (work)
But when I see the check come I'm geeked up in the mall,
buy the same thing three times
Call this foreplay
Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can see the panties drop (drop)
Running up a check get em so wet (wet)

Gotta ball out, call it B.O. Flex (ohh)

They wanna know how I go so hard but

I'm still so young
and I'm eating so good, and I'm still not done

No I ain't stopping 'til I got it all
And I'm winning til it ain't no room for losing

I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
Nigga I don't ask why you do your job
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown, sunrise
Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)

I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)

Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless

I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
Nigga that's my business

Even if you say you don't fuck with it

Cause you know for my niggas I'ma stay down
Stay down, stay down

We never trust them bitches, better lay down
Lay down, lay down

But they never come around when the money out
Money out, money out
All the same people that ran out (ran)
Tryna come around for a handout (huh uh)

I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
If you looking for your woman, she just hopped off
If you looking for some trouble, ain't gotta look far
I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good Lord "

I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good God "
These niggas claiming they thugging, they know they good boys
My niggas call me KG, cause I'm the
" Kush God "
And my coupe don't need a key, I'm talking push start, push start

Riding and vibing, ain't hiding, come find me
It ain't hard to find me cause nigga I'm shining
I ain't got to tell these boys, they know I'm shining

I ain't got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you
Fuck with me right now, that's bad timing
Fatherless children and sad mommies
Fuck all this shit they be saying bout me
I'm on that sipping, too damn drowsy for that bullshit

I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
Nigga I don't ask why you do your job
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown, sunrise
Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless
I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
Nigga that's my business
Even if you say you don't fuck with it
That's cool (mula baby)