[Intro]
I think Ima need some more ciroc for this I don't know
Yeah, UKNO
[Pre-Hook]
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
I don't wanna do it
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
They gon' make me do it
And I don't wanna do it
[Verse 1]
First day, I shut it down
Give, these hoes, the run around
Now, they say they wanna f*cks with us?
Come around and get some bucks with us, f*cks with us
Mama thought she raised an athlete
Champagne in the backseat
Student loans kept adding up I had to drop out
Now I run things with the top out
f*ck with a winner
My girl style cold as the winter
Thought he was my n*gga but that money got low and that n*gga showed me different, oh well
I ain't got no friends in this, it's all love
But I only know that business sh*t, the biz legit
10 missed calls I'm gone, push start the car
And ain't sh*t rented its ours
[Hook]
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
I don't even wanna do it to 'em (na na)
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
Don't make me do it to 'em
I don't even wanna do it to 'em (na na)
[Verse 2]
And sh*t gets worse
It's been a year since we've heard a new verse
How yo mom above the liquor store
But you post up on the gram that you getting all this dough (god damn)
That sh*t's f*cked up
And these hoes still gets no love
I ain't saying you ain't sh*t but I know that fast money ain't gon' be the thing to keep a n*gga rich
(You) Just copped you a new whip
Designer bags for your new chick
(Haha) But I swear if my dad had that perfect credit score like yo dad I probably be popping tags too
New chain, new tattoo
An uncle in New York who's credit card you smash through
And damn, n*ggas still claim they got cash
I ain't even wanna do it but I ain't never took a pass what?
[Outro]
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
I ain't even wanna do it to you
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
Don't make me do it
I ain't even wanna do it to you