Chris Brown - What I DoLyrics

Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do Everywhere I go they show me love, so I give it back Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause I'm a get it back See somethin' sexy up in here, I'm a bring it back They keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' back Everybody knows me when they see me, sittin' in the front row, playa Stuntin' with my J's on, and it's all for them haters, yeah We get into that crunk boi, yo money to long boi, we do this for fun boi I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na nah Na na na, na na na, na na na, ey ey it's what I do Single once again, I'm bout to go where I never been Gone with the wind, cause that might be where she'll end up being. We can get it in, I mean get it in And I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friend Nah bring ten, but they gotta be tens Now that's a hundred 'em, let the runners in, yeah yeah So I give it like an elegist, my CD's Sellin' out you ain't married to the girl you should've been I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah Na na na, na na na yeah, na na na, na na nah yeah Na na na, na na na yeah, na na na, ey ey it's what I do I keep cash on me, no black cards They don't know what dem is, I deal with hood broads There's a knife on me, that's no ipod, you want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for it I got the Maserati, I had to lick for it, we all love to talk, that's what I paid for it He say I bought fleet, and I luv mine, four broads with me, and all love dies Six chains on me, and all luv shines I got my prayer right, feels like a served right Ain't just hot mine, I'm hot as I can see it, She want a pretty boy I brought Chris breezy wit me I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah) I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah I'm feelin' like a can't lose And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do) It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na nah Na na na, na na na, na na na It's what I do