DO WHAT I LIKE lyrics

[Chorus: Poundside Pop]
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, with some shooters, they shoot on sight
Real rich n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, my b*tch get whatever she like
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, my b*tch get whatever she like
Get whatever she like
She so bad, that I just had to make her mine
Made it off the block, dedicated to the grind
Money, money, money, only thing that's on my mind

[Verse 1: Poundside Pop]
Money, money, money, I hope the money make it right
Money, money, money, I don't care about the price
That's my bust it baby, yeah, she do it how I like
Told her I be home, baby girl, just keep it tight
We just some real North n*ggas, in them trentches shooting dice
What you know 'bout living reckless, out there gamblin' with your life?
I'm a real boss, baby, so I gotta move precise
Lil shorty caught me doing wrong, so I buy her what she like
Take her home, she gon' ride it with no bike
f*ck it, I could buy a b*tch, I'll buy her twice
Want another lover, you can't live this life
Just a real street n*gga, do what I like
[Chorus: Poundside Pop]
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, with some shooters, they shoot on sight
Real rich n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, my b*tch get whatever she like
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, my b*tch get whatever she like
Get whatever she like
She so bad, that I just had to make her mine
Made it off the block, dedicated to the grind
Money, money, money, only thing that's on my mind

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Real street n*gga, hell no, I don't mind tricking on a b*tch that I like
I'm a hustling ass n*gga, getting money like riding a bike
f*ck I look like, signing for ice?
Get money in a day, we sliding at night
Babies with me, it look like a catfish, you know I keep a savage
Say you want some work, my boy, come cop from me
Everytime they cop a key, my hoes go on a shopping spree
Won't ever hear me cop a plee, come turn up, come cop a P
They know me in the club, when I walk in, don't ever got ID
All my b*tches know they thick, spent attention on my fit
Couple b*tches hold me, didn't want me, now they on my di*k
Cuban sitting on my chest, diamond link around my wrist
You don't really think I'm rich off racks, you think I'm selling bricks
[Chorus: Poundside Pop]
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, with some shooters, they shoot on sight
Real rich n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, my b*tch get whatever she like
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real street n*gga, lil b*tch, I do what I like
Real rich n*gga, my b*tch get whatever she like
Get whatever she like
She so bad, that I just had to make her mine
Made it off the block, dedicated to the grind
Money, money, money, only thing that's on my mind