What I Do
Chris Brown Lyrics


Just in case 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 ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm just speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
So 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'm a get it back
See somethin' sexy up in here, I'm a bring it back (bring it back)
They keep on runnin' back (runnin' back), they keep on comin' back (yeah)
Everybody knows CB, see me sittin' in the front row, playoffs
Stuntin' with my J's on, and it's all for them haters, yeah (yeah)
We get into that guap boy, my money to long boy, we do this for fun boy

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm just speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
So 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 (it's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
Oh, na-na (hey), oh, na-na (hey)
Oh, na-na (hey), oh, na-na (hey)
Oh, na-na (hey), oh, na-na (hey)
Oh, na-na (hey), ayy, ayy, it's what I do

Single once again, I'm 'bout to go where I never been
Gone with the wind, 'cause that other ish irrelevant
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 'em, let the runners in, yeah yeah
So I give it 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 (yeah)
I'm just speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah (they can't)
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
So 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 (it's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do (yeah)
Oh, na-na (hey), oh, na-na (hey)
Oh, na-na (hey), oh, na-na (hey)
Oh, na-na (hey), oh, na-na (hey)
(Oh, this here what I do homie)
Oh, na-na (hey), ayy, ayy, it's what I do (it's just what I do homie)

I keep cash on me, no black cards (black cards)
They don't know what dem is, I deal with hood broads (hood broads, yeah)
There's a .9 on me, that's no iPod (iPod)
You want my watch homie? Gimme five bricks for it (for it)
I got the Maserati, I hid a lick for it (lick for it)
When old money talk, that's when I pay for it (pay for it, yeah)
He see a car fleet, and all of 'em mine (mine)
Four broads with me, and all off 'em dimes (dimes)
Six chains on me, and all of 'em shine (shine)
I got my bread right, feel like I'm 6'9
Ain't just hot in mine, I'm hot in every city
She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy with me

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm just speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
So 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 (it's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
Oh, na-na (na-na), oh, na-na (na-na)
Oh, na-na (na-na), oh, na-na (na-na)
Oh, na-na (na-na), oh, na-na (na-na)
Oh, na-na (na-na), ayy, ayy, it's what I do

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jermaine Jackson, Andrew Harr, Rob Allen, Chris Brown, Algernod Washington, Luke Boyd, Jason Boyd, Kevin Cossom, Sean Davidson, Karlyn Ramsey, Andrew Davidson

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