Do the Damn Thang

Look, I can see those **** stuntin' to this right now

Not now

But right now, yeah

Yeah, chit-chit, yeah

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, look, look

There's no love for the other side, fuck them tricks

I popped a glove on the other side and bucked them pricks

Birds love how a brother ride, truck look sick

I'm heard of on the southern side and plucked 'em quick

I been one of them boys since way back when

This is way before a **** brought gray plaques in

So if I spray MAC -10s, bet you **** laid back then

Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz

Yeah, I make crack grins, but ain't a damn thing funny

I keep a pocket fuller, do the damn thing money

I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne, gunny

So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring, honey

These pimps just better have a goblet for me

I got them mole stand like they got a problem with me

I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me

I'm rich, bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze

Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes

Ay, do the damn thang

Oh, do the damn thang

Yeah, ****, my grin, well, it ain't just funny

Got a pocket full of that, do the damn thing money

Ay, do the damn thang

Oh, and do the damn thang

My phone is tapped and so is my living room

We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room

Let me show you what I stand for

Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me Commando

On that Rémy Martin, ****, matter of fact

I ain't Fat Joe, but I can make 'em lean back

Save your ammo, don't waste it

Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the Matrix

You ain't strapped, then you better dip

Carbon fifteen, got six clips

Pillsbury, ****, got a lot of dough

Call me Boston George, got a lot of bro

They place orders, so I make cakes

I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight

You see the diamonds in my damn chain

Ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang

Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze

Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes

Ay, do the damn thang

Oh, do the damn thang

Yeah, ****, my grin, well, it ain't just funny

Got a pocket full of that, do the damn thing money

Ay, do the damn thang

Oh, and do the damn thang

You hatin' instead of participatin' with them boys

You skatin' on twenty-two Daytons like them boys

I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys

I'm waitin' just to send 'em to Satan for that shit

They say a ****'s stones look sick

And I got a stack of singles in my hand, that's phone book thick

'Cause I'm so hood rich that I'm no good, bitch

And even if she got a pimp, then the ho should switch

So get rid of that shit spitter, get with her, shit getter

Sit with her, hit, spit her, that don't bitch chitter

My style fit with her

I tell her you done went left, now you need to go right

Like a switch hitter

I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the six with her

So I'm in the mix with her, forty-four six with her

And I'm higher than a muhfucka

But a **** try, then he gon' die in this muhfucka

Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze

Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes

Ay, do the damn thang

Oh, do the damn thang

Yeah, ****, my grin, well, it ain't just funny

Got a pocket full of that, do the damn thing money

Ay, do the damn thang

Oh, and do the damn thang