Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You are, one in 3 million greed killing me, got a taste for
You like Popeye's, crispy wings
Extra Cajun, special 'cassion
Drive thru, let me serve you
Serve you up, lift your skirt
Swerve your curves, hit the herbs
Hmm, it's a virtue, find your chill on the real
Drama kills, tryna build ooh
[Verse 2]
Dollar bill
Dollar bill ooh
Thinking 'bout my tub mans tryna stack for 2022
Still regretting-gretting what you didn't do
Please don't tell me, tell me what I shouldn't do oh
It's a youth world dumb girls with smart phones lame
Scum bum **** gassed for what they got on
Member when **** got respect
For how day put on and bitches ain't like bein' called bitches
It's different, these days I feel like an electrician
'Cause chickens be lickin' all on the chord
To be extensions, main-bang shockingly bad
Electrocute really and if her friends wanna hop in da bed
Da rubber glove with me
[Verse 3]
You are one in 3 million greed killing me, got a taste for
You like Popeye's, crispy wings
Extra Cajun, special 'cassion
Drive thru, let me serve you
Serve you up, lift your skirt
Swerve your curves, hit the herbs
Hmm, it's a virtue, find your chill on the real
Drama kills, tryna build ooh
[Verse 4]
There's no use for hesitation
Or for you to think twice
(No time to wait, it's never too late)
When it comes to happiness
You gotta do what you like
[Verse 5]
I got no advice for you, do what you like to do
There's no use for hesitation
Or for you to think twice
(No time to wait, it's never too late)
When it comes to happiness
You gotta do what you like
[Verse 6]
I got no advice for you, do what you like to do
I got no advice for you, do what you like to do
I got no advice for you, do what you like to do
[Verse 7]
Do what you like to do
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr., Michael Neil, Zoi Harris, monte booker
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