[Shout]
Just incase you forgot, we go by [bad word]  hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

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

Everywhere I go they show me love, so I give it back
Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause imma get it back
See somethin' y up in here, imma bring it back
They keep [bad word]  back, they keep [bad word]  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 haterz, yeah
We get into that [bad word] 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
NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah
NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, 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 hunt of them, let [bad word] in, yeah yeah
So I give it like an elegist, my CD's sellin out you aint married to the girl you shouldve been

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
NaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah yeah
NaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, 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 brauds
There's a nife on me, that's no ipod, you want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for it
I got the mazerati, I had to lick for it, we all luv to talk, that's what I paid for it
He say I bought fleet, and I luv mine, four brauds with me, and all luv dies
Six chains on me, and all luv shines
I got my prayer right, feels like a served right
Aint 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
NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah
NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa
It's What I Do