Lyrics

It ain't no thing to do my thing, it's what I did the best (Yessir) I copped that crib and bought two chains, and then I hid the rest (Indeed) And it's okay to do your thing, but just don't do the most (Uh-huh) I put my friends in that old Benz and took that to the coats (That's facts) It ain't no thing to my thing, it's what I do the best (Yessir) I fill my mattress, pay my taxes, then I blew the rest (Damn right) And it's okay to do your thing, but just don't do the least (Uh-uh) I quib my boss and cook that sauce, and fed that to the streets (Indeed) Uh, slide in the beer like a wet floor Already friar from the get go Act like it is look like gecko Everything I do they echo Big fast, my bank on big, man My drip too wet, that's fit can Your bitch swab me like Q-tips Ho that shit therе like dip can No rehearsе, need no reverb Ho, your lip don't say three words Quick trip to get that lick lick Brought tree fur if you prefer Quick ride, no time, I'm in there She clock while I was rubbed, good skin care No TikTok for that caca They know that love don't live there I can't roll dice on your plan Red Rover, I don't hold hands Got fortune from my foresight Investment brought me four bands Don't road rage, I get road head We'll wheel all by your forehead Them city tryna be like he lit Them crunchy girls be like "go 'head" If I ain't that man, then I gotta be more than human, how you need? Funny how the people back then who was hatin' on the kid always talkin' about how you clean Put a little gas in a blunt, and I don't pass broke ass nigga, just please be cool But I can't blame 'ya, I won't shame 'ya Shit, I probably want to be me too It ain't no thing to do my thing, it's what I did the best (Yessir) I copped that crib and bought two chains, and then I hid the rest (Indeed) And it's okay to do your thing, but just don't do the most (Uh-huh) I put my friends in that old Benz and took that to the coats (That's facts) It ain't no thing to my thing, it's what I do the best (Yessir) I fill my mattress, pay my taxes, then I blew the rest (Damn right) And it's okay to do your thing, but just don't do the least (Uh-uh) I quib my boss and cook that sauce, and fed that to the streets (Indeed) This no thing, no sweat, I ain't really worried about it too much Slight work, but light work, not work, I don't really do much Get it in, ship it out, pivot route, back corner end zone Hit her with a best friend, I don't really know about a friend zone Real time, real talk, fake niggas can't really match that Put it in the insurance, Uncle Sam can't really tax that Get the game, learn the game, play the game, seal the game, all that Never let 'em tell you what you can't do, God'll change all that Feelin' myself, they be feelin' me too, baby, don't fight the feelin' I've been so hearted, I've been tryna scale the roof, I'm tryna bite the ceilin' They be on bullshit like a zoo fly, I be too fly to participate I need everything for the everything, if I fuck with you, get a different rate Got me fucked up, got me typo'd, if you thinkin' neat shit glucose Winnin', and it ain't too close, I be flyin' out to a new coast And I'm actin' like it ain't a big deal, really, 'cause it ain't a big deal Four freaks, I'm a fifth wheel, I was born winnin', I'm the shit still so– It ain't no thing to do my thing, it's what I did the best (Yessir) I copped that crib and bought two chains, and then I hid the rest (Indeed) And it's okay to do your thing, but just don't do the most (Uh-huh) I put my friends in that old Benz and took that to the coats (That's facts) It ain't no thing to my thing, it's what I do the best (Yessir) I fill my mattress, pay my taxes, then I blew the rest (Damn right) And it's okay to do your thing, but just don't do the least (Uh-uh) I quib my boss and cook that sauce, and fed that to the streets (Indeed)
Writer(s): Michael Xavier Westerfield, Anthony Jharee Hollingshed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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