[Shout]
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Just incase you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
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Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this
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I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah)
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I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
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I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
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And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
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I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
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It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
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Everywhere I go they show me love, so I give it back
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Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause imma get it back
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See somethin' sexy up in here, imma bring it back
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They keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' back
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Everybody knows me when they see me, sittin' in the front row, playa
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Stuntin' with my J's on, and it's all for them haterz, yeah
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We get into that crunk boi, yo money to long boi, we do this for fun boi.
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I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah)
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I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
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I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
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And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
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I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
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It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
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NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah
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NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, ey ey it's what I do
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Single once again, I'm bout to go where I never been
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Gone with the wind, cause that might be where she'll end up being.
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We can get it in, I mean get it in
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And I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friend
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Nah bring ten, but they gotta be tens
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Now that's a hunt of them, let the runners in, yeah yeah
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So I give it like an elegist, my CD's sellin out you aint married to the girl you shouldve been
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I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah)
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I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
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I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
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And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
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I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
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It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah
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NaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah yeah
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NaNaNa, NaNaNa yeah, NaNaNa, ey ey it's what I do
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I keep cash on me, no black cards
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They don't know what dem is, I deal with hood brauds
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There's a nife on me, that's no ipod, you want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for it
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I got the mazerati, I had to lick for it, we all luv to talk, that's what I paid for it
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He say I bought fleet, and I luv mine, four brauds with me, and all luv dies
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Six chains on me, and all luv shines
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I got my prayer right, feels like a served right
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Aint just hot mine, I'm hot as I can see it, she want a pretty boy I brought chris breezy wit me
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I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint a thang, yeah (yeah)
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I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they cant, yeah
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I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
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And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
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I just tell em' it's what I do (its what I do)
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It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah
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NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah
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NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa
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It's What I Do
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What I Do (Feat. Plies)
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| Chris Brown |
