歌詞
This really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do, this really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
I stay holdin' on a big tree
Pants on my knees, yeah, this is me
And all my glasses cost least three
So, money, money, money, that's all I see
Actually I'm a lil' hood trendsetter I'm tellin' ya I'm so unique
I ain't think 'bout nobody tryna sue me I'm well off
****, fell off
Who? Me? Ol' hatin' ass fags
You gon' end up in a bag
Ion trust y'all ****, fuck y'all sue me
I'm stuck up in da streets like a **** glued me
Man, I'll have hittas everywhere you be
Ole'mane ain't hoopin' with 'cha mane, you gon' end up lookin' stupid
****, promise, **** tryna fool me
Get 'cha stupid muthafucka like Bruce Lee
Quarter back sneak start throwin' Ozzie
This really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do, this really what I do
This really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
I do this shit, I thought you knew this shit
I'll take a million dollars and been done blew that bitch
Big head, bitch heads, that's all I get
And this crazy ass G-Shit is all I spit
Me and fake lil' **** we just don't mix
And these broke lil' ****, mane, I just can't fix
They be all up on a **** no matter where I get
That's why I stomping on these bitches like dey ain't shit
Gimme bitch, naw, you don't wanna take that risk
'Cause we trill ****, man, we don't beef over dicks
We gotta creep on list and I can promise ya, this
Pussy ass **** you don't wanna make that bitch
Ion play that shit you better weigh that shit
And if it ain't the whole thang, I'ma take that bitch
I ain't the trillest mothafucka, mane, who say that shit?
Poking holes in these hoes tattoo that bitch
This really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do, this really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
Mane, diss me, who you think this is?
One of them pussy ass **** on MTV cribs
Gotta crib like u see up on MTV cribs
Thug out our house and live wea I live
Bitch, ****, you don't really live, how I live
And get the feelin' damn near everywhere I chill
Millionare, my lil' brother got killed
My big brother up in jail, bitch, you don't know how that feel
Came up got rich haters broker than a bitch
Now, they hatin' on a **** you know how that's is
Better stay up in ya place
And remember what I say
When I tell you shit you don't wanna try this here
Savage live style you couldn't even buy this here
Priceless more than money, I put that on trill
Got my mind on bills
And got my house on wheels
And my bitch on heels and my wrist on chill
This really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do, this really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
This really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do, this really what I do, this really what I do
This is really me
This really what I do
Written by: Webbie