I DO - PRETTYMUCH (unreleased)
[intro]
M-m-m-murda
[Chorus: zion]
I left tinashé on read
‘cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that raf, saint laurent jacket
Dap her, dap her, i look fine, and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why i do whatever i like
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
[verse 1: brandon,(edwin)]
I think us fine n*ggas is a gift from God (gift from god)
I think you rich hoes need to buy my song (buy our song)
Now im a boss, I write my whole name on the checks (michael)
My di*k so good, I say my own name during sex
I might f*ck a b*tch ‘cause i felt like it
Louis shoes and a belt like it
Arreaga is her favorite fragrance
I’m a rich n*gga, I smell like it
I’m in a big di*k mood, ay, these shoes are Givenchy, ho
These are some big di*k shoes
If you ain’t no rich b*tch, move, ay
For the record, we set record record sales
I like b*tches that like goin’ down to hell
They said by now that we’ll be finished, hard to tell (i can tell)
Our little 15 minutes lastin’ long as hell, huh?
[Chorus: nick]
I left alexys on read ‘cause i felt like it
Dress me down in that raf, louis v jacket
Pass her, pass her, i look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why i do whatever i like
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
[verse 2: brandon,(all),austin,nick]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Rich n*ggas do what they want (they want)
That’s why a n*gga so cold (burrr)
I’m a gangsta on the sets, I’m a bully in the bed
Only time that I’m a lady’s when i lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I’m provocative, it’s my prerogative
90k just to know what time is it
Austin bossin’ it, straight bang c*ckin’ it
Spent what I want, ain’t no limit
I do what I want, ain’t ever been timid
Only real sh*t comes out my mouth, and only real b*tches go in it
Leave her texts on read, leave her wig on flew
Put it on airplane mode, so none of those calls come through
Here’s a word to my n*ggas, don’t you give these b*tches none (give em none)
If they can make you richer, they can make you c*m
[Chorus: zion]
I left tinashé on read
‘cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that raf, saint laurent jacket
Dap her, dap her, i look fine, and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why i do whatever i like
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do
I do what i like, i do, i do