What I Do

What I Do

Chris Brown

Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
I'm feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do

Everywhere I go they show me love, so I give it back
Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause I'm a get it back
See somethin' sexy up in here, I'm a bring it back
They keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' back

Everybody knows me when they see me, sittin' in the front row, playa
Stuntin' with my J's on, and it's all for them haters, yeah
We 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 aint a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
I'm feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na nah
Na na na, na na na, na na na, ey ey it's what I do

Single once again, I'm bout to go where I never been
Gone with the wind, cause that might be where she'll end up being.
We can get it in, I mean get it in
And I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friend
Nah bring ten, but they gotta be tens
Now that's a hundred 'em, let the runners in, yeah yeah
So I give it like an elegist, my CD's
Sellin' out you ain't married to the girl you should've been

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
I'm feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah
Na na na, na na na yeah, na na na, na na nah yeah
Na na na, na na na yeah, na na na, ey ey it's what I do

I keep cash on me, no black cards
They don't know what dem is, I deal with hood broads
There's a knife on me, that's no ipod, you want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for it
I got the Maserati, I had to lick for it, we all love to talk, that's what I paid for it
He say I bought fleet, and I luv mine, four broads with me, and all love dies
Six chains on me, and all luv shines
I got my prayer right, feels like a served right
Ain't just hot mine, I'm hot as I can see it,
She want a pretty boy I brought Chris breezy wit me

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
I'm feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na nah
Na na na, na na na, na na na
It's what I do

Written by Washington, Algernod / Davidson, Andre / Davidson, Sean Winston / Ramsey, Karlyn / Cossom, Kevin / Brown, Christopher Maurice / Jackson, Jermaine / Allen, Robert Durrell / Boyd, Jason Charles (Us / Harr, Andrew / Boyd, Luke
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing

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