Chris Brown What I Do lyrics

Just in case you forgot
We gon' runner run it
Hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash
Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah
I'm speedin' down this fast lane
I'm stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's 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 I'ma get it back
See somethin' sexy up in here, I'ma 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 shades on, and it's all for them haters, yeah
We get into that crunk, boy
Her money too long boy, we do this for fun, boy

I be throwin' up my cash
Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah
I'm speedin' down this fast lane
I'm stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's what I do
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do

Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na, na na na
Hey, hey, it's what I do

Single once again, I'm about to go where I never been
Gone with the wind, 'cause that ever is she really been
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 hundred of them, let the runners in, yeah, yeah
So it heavy like an elephant, my CD's sellin' out

You ain't married to the game, you should've been

I be throwin' up my cash
Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah
I'm speedin' down this fast lane
Stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's what I do
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do

Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na, na na na
It's what I do

I keep cash on me, no black cards
They don't know what dem is, I deal with hood broads
There's a 9 on me, that's no iPod
You want my watch, homie, gimme five bricks for it

I got the Maserati, I had to lick for it
We all love to talk, that's what I paid for it
He say I bought fleet, and I love mine
Four broads with me, and all love dies

Six chains on me, and all love shines
I got my bread right, feel like I'm 6'9"
Ain't just hidin' mine, I'm hidin' every cent
She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy wit' me

I be throwin' up my cash
Actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah
I'm speedin' down this fast lane
Stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah

I'm feelin' like I 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, it's what I do
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do

Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na, na na na
It's what I do