What I Do (feat. Plies)

I be throwin' up my cash

Actin' like money ain't a thing

Yeah

I'm speeding down the fast lane

Stunting and they mad 'cause they can't

Yeah

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 something sexy up in here, I'ma bring it back

Bring it back

We keep 'em runnin' back, they keep on comin' back

Everybody knows CB, see me sittin' in the front row playoffs

Stuntin' with my Js on, and it's all for them haters, yeah

We get into that guap, boy, my money too long, boy

We do this for fun, boy

I be throwin' up my cash

Actin' like money ain't a thing

Yeah

I'm speeding down the fast lane

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

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

It's what I do, it's what I do, hey, it's what I do

Bitch

It's what I do

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

Gone with the wind 'cause that other ish irrelevant

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 them, let The Runners in

Yeah, swag heavy like an elephant

My CDs sellin' out, you ain't married to the game, you celibate

I be throwin' up my cash

Actin' like money ain't a thing, no

Yeah, no

I'm speeding down the fast lane

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

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

It's what I do, it's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah

Bitch

It's what I do

I keep cash on me, no black cards

They don't know what them is, I deal with hood broads

That's a nine on me, that's no iPod

You want my watch homie, gimme five bricks for it

I got the Maserati, I eat a lick for it

When old motor talk, that's what I paid for it

Said I bought a fleet, and all of 'em mine

Four broads with me, and all of 'em dimes

Six chains on me, and all of 'em shine

I got my bread right, feel like I'm six-nine

Ain't just hot in mine, I'm hot in every city

She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy with me

I be throwin' up my cash

Actin' like money ain't a thing

Yeah, yeah

I'm speeding down the 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

It's what I do, it's what I do, hey, it's what I do

Bitch

It's what I do