Letra de What i do

[Shout]
Just incase you forgot, we go by the runners, 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´ sexy up in here, imma 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 J´s on, and it´s all for them haterz, yeah
We get into that crunk 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 the runners 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