Had to Do It lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Ooh
I had to do it
Turn up

[Chorus: FBG Duck]
Look, teacher said I wasn't gon' be sh*t
So my goal is to get rich (Ooh), I gotta do it
Look, thousand for the kicks, hoo
Million dollar b*tch (Ooh), I had to do it
Ooh, I know they like the swag
They wanna be me so bad (True), they tryna do it, hoo (FBG)
Hit the mall and spend a check (Money), hoo (FBG, b*tch)
That's what you call flex, I had to do it

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
Look, I ain't got to say sh*t (Let's get it)
If I wanna take your b*tch, my swag'll do it (True)
n*ggas talking tough out their lips (Goof'-ass)
Since you say you on your block, I'm riding through it, hoo (Brrt)
If I spend cash on a b*tch (Money)
That's because I got cash to do it, ooh (Turn up)
And if broski wanna hit, hoo (What up, bro?)
I won't hesitate to pass it to him (Let's get it)
Look, boy, that ain't your b*tch (No)
You know the whole gang hit, hoo (Gang, gang)
While you steady tryna kiss, ooh
On that dirty-ass same b*tch (Goofy)
Tuh, boy, you should be ashamed (True)
For making that your main b*tch, hoo
And I can't even lie
That lil' stunt you pulled was some lame sh*t, gang
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Juice Beatz]
Look, teacher said I wasn't gon' be sh*t
So my goal is to get rich (Ooh), I gotta do it
Look, thousand for the kicks, hoo
Million dollar b*tch (Ooh), I had to do it
Ooh, I know they like the swag
They wanna be me so bad (True), they tryna do it, hoo
Hit the mall and spend a check (No lie), hoo
That's what you call flex (Yeah, yeah), I had to do it

[Verse 2: Juice Beatz]
Straight up, your main b*tch wanna f*ck with Juice and Duck
And we ain't tryna cuff, that bag'll do it (Cash)
She see me do this sh*t up on occasions (Huh?)
And he ain't paper chasing (Right), I'm glad to do it (Yeah)
Straight up, they steady see me running through a check (Right?)
And she just wanna pet, that Jag'll do it (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
All these b*tches on me in the lobby (Huh?)
'Cause I rock Ferragami (Yeah), that tag'll do it (Designer)
Thirsty thotianas do me proper (Huh?)
'Cause I be counting dollars (Right), they running to it (Right)
Foe'nem trap be jumping like them boppers (Yeah)
And I be counting the commas, I'm thumbing through it, yeah
Say you got that gas pack on the smoke (Right?)
Then how you still broke? It's somethin' to it (Huh?)
n*ggas think this street sh*t is a joke (Unh-uh)
And end up getting poked (Bah, bah), that gun'll do it (Bah-bah, bah-bah)