You know I does my thing
I got the good shit going over there
You know I does my thing
So we could just put it in the air
You know I does my thing
I got the good shit going over there
You know I does my thing
So we could just put it in the air


Momma said what you reap is what you sow
And that's why I try to keep it on the low
Don't blow my own horns sometimes I beep it on the low
Blowing one's until they gotta sweep it from the floor
Matter of fact tell them dancers get ready
This money bout to look like new year confetti
And this is just a suggestion
I does my thing that was never a question
And they can't stomach fly shit that I'm dressed in
It's just too much for a hater digesting
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Wish a nigga would while I'm in my good shit
Like some bird droppings I be on some hood shit
Yeah you better do you because I damn sure does me




I like it you love it
I call her it
You wife it I thug it
I'm just nice all my bread is buttered
G-4 flights I'm all ice and covered
Covered by the big bee's
One and then the two, then you gotta breathe
Breathe baby it's not trivia
I keep a fox behind me like vivica
What else you know I does my thing
I got lipstick on my little ring
We got the whole hood going sky high
Shit down get it poppin like a drive by
So I'm a do me C-A-F-E
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