I got strawberry letter 27 I got gold bananas engraved With my grandmothers title signature What you got?
I got me a bunch of haters, Got me a bunch of faders Be like sayonara see ya laterrr Jordan’s on with the 808 drum And you bitches can’t get none, I’m just so done Don’t say shit though, say you know? No one know you I’m in your city like a mayor hoe, I lead by example your hoe lives by dismantle Don’t tell a soul what we did just keep it stable I’m dope, you’re on dope Get it? Run and get the phone and you can’t call for better I was on the phone tellin’ bitches that I’m wetter I killed it once, I killed it twice and no I don’t regret it
Chorus: What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright Do just what you do What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright Do just what you do Alright
Lookin to trip, not really just lookin’ for clues I’m so important that one of my shoes is news Custom perches might make bitches take off their shoes How could I not, if I didn’t then I wouldn’t be scott Broken hearted it slowly rots, I hope she knows that hardees sucks I’m goin back up, don’t summon me again unless your ready for the pain You better step up, when you see me in the box, believe ib ball mayne Mags on mags on mags I don’t have to push motherfucker who’s bad Don’t give a fuck about much, I’m cool and calm just like my dad Niggas wanna live like us, niggas wanna floss like us Fuck a bitch good like us, cool the cartier like us Cruise all night with me, niggas really in Paris
Chorus: What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright Do just what you do What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright What u doin’? Do just what you do You like it and then you love it Alright Do just what you do Alright
I be on that power Maybe on that powder All these bitches yeah they my bastards They my bastards They my bastards Tell Ron Hubbard 50, I’m like WTF!! Outside raining kitties, my doctor knows what’s up! I be provin’ last dance, I’m the only one in hate sky high shinin’ demon like the fuckin’ sun Throw my shades now I’m off on a world tour Get less but a mind wanna give more Boom boom for my girls on the dance floor Pour some for the people, they work hard Closer than her body, she’s throwin a big party She’s inviting Cudi, we beat it ’til its bloody