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This Is What I Do

Dirty Birds in this motherfucker, it's Gucci

Matter of fact it's Big Gucci in this motherfucker

Flockaveli, Birdman

Cash Money, Brick Squad linked up to 17

In the streets make some moves, get my paper

This is what I do

Fuck 'em, blow croak smoke on my haters

This is what I do

Pop up with the real fuck you fakers

This is what I do

All about my money, fuck you, pay me

This is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

It's Big Gucci, mob moves you, wise fools

You can't mute me, my whole life I'm ProTools

First day appeal, just elude me or shoot me

I stand on my word, I'm like Luke in the '90s

Cocaine crazy, 1980, baby

2/12 they birthed me, now find me in Miami

East Atlanta with me, always to the Grammys

This time? Big bucks, no Whammies

My trunk slammin', my track jammin'

I'm too fancy, manners, I left 'em

I'm healthy, stealthy and wealthy, you try me?

I'll probably show a nigga how to drive a jet ski

Them Brick Squad niggaz got me like I got me

Me, Flock and Baby back to Bankhead in real Bugatis

Brick Squad, Zone 6, Cash Money, what up?

I might just fuckin' buy my mom a Maserati

In the streets make some moves, get my paper

This is what I do

Fuck 'em, blow croak smoke on my haters

This is what I do

Pop up with the real fuck you fakers

This is what I do

All about my money, fuck you, pay me

This is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

I got 6's on my red and black whip, this is what I do

Watch them girls choose, iced up like a fool

Po'n lean in my styrofoam, this is how I screw

Flexin' with the crew, mean muggin', who?

Bad attitude, what you wanna do?

20 bottles, 40 blunts, meet me on the moon

Make it, make it rain

Now my lil' bitch strippers come together, fame

Let my pants hang, watch me do my chain swang

Takin' bitches Mane with this yellow diamond karat chain

Waka, Flocka, Flame, Gucci, Gucci Mane

With the Birdman, this is how we hang

In the streets make some moves, get my paper

This is what I do

Fuck 'em, blow croak smoke on my haters

This is what I do

Pop up with the real fuck you fakers

This is what I do

All about my money, fuck you, pay me

This is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

This is what I do, then I cut a damn fool

Man, I come through Chevrolet but it look gray Coupe

Get my money, stack it up, this is what real players do

Now if he don't get no money then that nigga need to shoot

Smokin' kush at the house while yo' bitch clean my shoe

Real gangsta nigga, mayne, this is what I do

Say lil' partner, just hit me sayin', "Man, I need a deuce"

So I hit him with the force, this is what I do

Killed yo' baby momma, this is what I do

Work chipped cell phones, this is what I do

Rims on my car look like man, they runnin' out they shoe

With that blue 20 piece look like my backyard swimmin' pool

In the streets make some moves, get my paper

This is what I do

Fuck 'em, blow croak smoke on my haters

This is what I do

Pop up with the real fuck you fakers

This is what I do

All about my money, fuck you, pay me

This is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

Huh? This is what I do

For real? This is what I do

Word, this is what I do

Bitch, this is what I do

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