I Got sh*t To Do lyrics

[Intro]
Sit on my black ass-
Could sit on my black ass-
Could sit on my black ass-
Could sit on my-, sit on my- (What's up, b*tch)
Sit on my black ass, my money still be long
They like, "Neph, how you doing? Why you take a vacation for?
Gotta go and get my passport, London, I'm in the foreign
Before I left the country, n*gga, I been foreign
I-I ain't never been to Paris, but I'm rocking Paris clothes
I can dip off in my pocket, blow that sh*t up, Melrose
I came up stealing cars, why I wanna buy it for?
You ain't never robbed nothing, why you lying for?
Yeah (You need to get [?] yourself)
(I'm 'bout to expose every last one of you n*ggas, bro)
Yeah

[Verse]
I got good grams, comebacks
Sell crack, ain't gotta rap
He got robbed, he ain't got it back
All that damn planning, you ain't got it yet
I was selling crack with a [?]
n*gga, go ahead, gеt your father back
Top shelf za, got a lot of that, yeah
Hеn' got me leaning while I'm walking, I can't stand up
Broke boy trapping all them years, he still ain't get his bands up
AR go, stand up, get your grams up
Broke up with that b*tch and told her, "Get them bands up"
Talk about that street sh*t, I get the goosebumps
Set up shop up off my hood, shoot that b*tch up
Don't you talk about that work, go and get some
Lil' b*tch she an amatuer, can't eat the di*k up
Lil' n*gga an amatuer, can't keep the glick tucked
I'm not the one to play with, n*gga, go 'head, pick one
Lil' b*tch ass fat as sh*t, she can't even fit it up
If you ain't making money back, then why you spend it for?
I could sit on my black ass, my money still be long
They like, "Neph, how you doing? Why you take a vacation for?
Gotta go and get my passport, London, I'm in the foreign
Before I left the country, n*gga, I been foreign
I ain't never been to Paris, but I'm rocking Paris clothes
I can dip off in my pocket, blow that sh*t up, Melrose
I came up stealing cars, why I wanna buy it for?
You ain't never robbed nothing, why you lying for?
n*gga hating the whole time, he eating a lotta di*k
I don't believe that bullsh*t right there, that's counterfeit
b*tch, you cannot be 'round the gang
You cannot be 'round the hood
n*gga, he ain't got a hood
b*tch, I wish a n*gga would
See a shooting star, pray that a pus*y n*gga would
b*tch pus*y wet as hell, ooh, that sh*t way too good
Super soaker splash pus*y, I'm like, girl way too good
When she get up, hit that road with me, I'm like, "You way too hood"
If I wasn't married to the streets I'd marry you if I could
Damn near fell asleep and stayed the night, the head way too good
She like, "Goddamn, why you leaving early? Damn, Neph, what's good?"
I'm like, "b*tch, I got sh*t to do"
What you thought, hoe?
I run the spot, hoe
I don't f*ck with them thot hoes
[Outro]
I'm like, "b*tch, I got sh*t to do"
I'm like, "b*tch, I got sh*t to do"
I'm like, "b*tch, I got sh*t to do"
I'm like, "b*tch, I got sh*t to do"
(Smoke sumn, b*tch)
I'm like, "b*tch, I got sh*t to do"