Doing It For Lyrics

Brick of money on the table, it's a strap in my lap

Snuck the flrr in the club, on the couches, up in racks

Take a trip, I hit up sacks, don't got my size, go in the back

Brodie trippin' with the Mac, take out the pen, it's triple tap

Gotta watch for triple cross, me and two bitches triple threat

She eatin' pussy, I'm gettin the neck, was out the door before they dressed

Rub me wrong, I get him stretched, I ain't broke so I can't stress

It cost more when you buy less, Balenciaga's triple S

This an AR, not a tech, so it ain't jammin' when I blow

She close her eyes and bend her neck, look like she tryna drive the boat

Bro get busy with that blicky, he be quick to snatch a soul

And this shirt, it say Givenchy, remember days when I was broke

I'm just smokin', I'm just thinkin' like I'm Durk, but I don't need y'all

I'm like Curry with this 30, get to shootin', I don't need a ball

5K just for her titties, lift them up, now she don't need a bra

5K just for my face behind these Buffy's, I done seen it all

And I'ma hit my target with these standards, still got extra mags

Rippin' up 20's in the club, got the strippers mad

All about my Scrilla, had it tatted way before the song

Move wrong, get to throwin' bullets like he goin' long

Say he was a shooter, caught him out, that ain't what he on

Standin' on the couches off of Azul, she tryna take me home

Pull up to your block like a thief, I'm tryna snatch a soul

Keep squeezin' till this bitch click, I'm tryna light a stove

700 HP in his Trawk, this ain't a normal Jeep

Police say stop, I ain't gon' listen, I'm still gon' flee

You give her ass your all I do her dirty, she still gon' cheat

I could put this guap on your top, they wanna kill for free

Ice on my wrist, hunnids, same colors as anti-freeze

I'm in Cali smokin' top-notch in the AMG

Drivin' state to state with chops and weight, ain't no high speeds

Atlanta junkie workin' on my brakes, we on Don-Lee

Pull up to the drop with the guap, swap the drugs for cheese

Three on the clock, won't miss that shot, ain't no OT

I feel like Chief Keef, bang bang, all I do is glow

If you ain't doin' it for no money, then what you doin' it for