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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 boy, yo money to long boy, we do this for fun boy.

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 with 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 can't, 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.

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