What I Do (feat. Plies)

OJust in case you forgot

We gon' runner run it

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

I'm speedin' down this fast lane

I'm stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's 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'ma get it back

See somethin' sexy up in here, I'ma 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 shades on, and it's all for them haters, yeah

We get into that crunk, boy

Her money too long boy, we do this for fun, boy

I be throwin' up my cash

Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah

I'm speedin' down this fast lane

I'm stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's 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 na

Na na na, na na na, na na na

Hey, hey, it's what I do

Single once again, I'm about to go where I never been

Gone with the wind, 'cause that ever is she really been

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 of them, let the runners in, yeah, yeah

So it heavy like an elephant, my CD's sellin' out

You ain't married to the game, you should've been

I be throwin' up my cash

Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah

I'm speedin' down this fast lane

Stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's 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 na

Na na na, na na na, na na na

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 9 on me, that's no iPod

You want my watch, homie, gimme 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 love mine

Four broads with me, and all love dies

Six chains on me, and all love shines

I got my bread right, feel like I'm 6'9"

Ain't just hidin' mine, I'm hidin' every cent

She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy wit' me

I be throwin' up my cash

Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah

I'm speedin' down this fast lane

Stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's 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 na

Na na na, na na na, na na na

It's what I do