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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWhat I Do
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold upChris Brown, this what we do, we do thisI be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint athang, yeah (yeah)I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' andthey mad cause they can't, yeahI'm Feelin' like a can't loseAnd when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribsI just tell em' it's what I do (it's what I do)It's what I do, hey, it's what I doEverywhere I go they show me love, so I give it backThrow a couple stacks up in the air cause i'mma get it backSee somethin' sexy up in here, I'mma bring it backThey keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' backEverybody knows me when they see me, sittin' in the front row, playaStuntin' with my J's on, and it's all for them haterz, yeahWe get into that crunk boi, yo money to long boi,We do this for fun boi.I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' andThey mad 'cause they can't, yeahI'm Feelin' like a can't loseAnd when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribsI just tell em' it's what I do (it's what I do)It's what I do, hey, it's what I doNaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaahNaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, ey ey it's what I doSingle once again, I'm 'bout to go where I never beenGone with the wind, cause that might be where she'll end up being.We can get it in, I mean get it inAnd I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friendNah bring ten, but they gotta be tensNow that's a hunt of them, let the runners in, yeah yeahSo I give it like an elegist, my CD's sellin' outYou ain't married to the girl you should've beenI be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint athang, yeah (yeah)I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' andThey mad cause they can't, yeahI'm Feelin' like a can't loseAnd when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribsI just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeahNaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah yeahNaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, ey ey it's what I doI keep cash on me, no black cardsThey don't know what dem is, I deal with hood braudsThere's a nife on me, that's no ipod,You want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for itI got the mazerati, I had to lick for it,We all luv to talk, that's what I paid for itHe say I bought fleet, and I luv mine,Four brauds with me, and all luv diesSix chains on me, and all luv shinesI got my prayer right, feels like a served rightAin't just hot mine, I'm hot as I can see it,She want a pretty boy I brought chris breezy with meI be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint athang, yeah (yeah)I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' andThey mad cause they can't, yeahI'm Feelin' like a can't loseAnd when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribsI just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeahNaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaahNaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaIt's What I Do
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