How We Do It Lyrics

Ayo Dopey, turn me up

How does he do it

Lookin' like money, smellin' like a satin mood

Fuck another nigga, wife I kept a player too

Fresh taper Mackey, keep a nigga buttered up

I ain't spendin' nothin' if a bitch ain't fuckin' nothin

Tender dick about no hoe, I'm pimpin' on the low

Call up, Tay, he hit up, J, you know it's on the flow

Close range headshots, we don't shoot the same

What you made last year, that shit pocket change

Talkin' bout a half a M in merchandise

Talkin' bout a quarter B if the purchase right

Talkin' bout hittin' the road, been up all night

Pourin' up hella, we don't need no ice

Hit a BBW, man, that bitch had the lice

Said she wanna fuck, but I ain't finna be up all night

Rappin' Kodak sippin' Starbucks, you is not gangsta

Ain't no cashapp or apple pay, I need the blues, get me

Uncle Sammy kept the flavors and the fools with him

Fool, I got skills, so back on up

Before I check that chin

Down the fuck, and she full of that hen

You gets no love, I thought that you knew it

Fool, you know how we do it

You know how we do it