Forch Fabalon
Forch Fabalon - What U Doing lyrics
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(Intro lead in) We go harder than you use to doing all the thangs we choose to Man I’m all about my pesos so the money move when I say so And you probably use to haters, But around me they gets no love This Htown that’s Inglewood and it's brought to you by Fabalon [Chorus:] If you aint bout this paper what you doing (What you doing huh?) Cause I be getting money all the time (I be getting money) Yeah I be getting money all the time (I be getting money) Yeah I be getting money all the time X2 (Verse one) First things first nigga Faba-lon for ever Two I will never ever be no lame ass nigga Three Maybe if you was smarter you would get on my level My get get bread agenda is certified, we winners Sideline nigga aint in it, Intended for the real niggas out her pushing the frontline It's rack time So I get back to the money Homegirl Chell told me focus Think them niggas round you phony So I’m, up all night till the morning Treating my bread like my tenderoni Two steps ahead of niggas really on it So in the morning, that’s four step ahead of these fake niggas Getting no younger aint no time to be waiting nigga Don’t lie to me nigga if you aint down You aint down, I get it, I respect dat shit, but don’t sweat that shit See you at the top of the mountain When you get there, I’ll be with a bad chick, Feeling on my dick hairs, Pissed about the stones I lost, Out my writs wear, who going tell me something Cause I feel like I done done it for the whole Damn city and I’m ready Racks on, racks on heavy Fabalon yeah we on baby (And I know them boys sick) Once the album drop, single pop then oh shit! Show you how to do it, Show you I’m the man or the closest thing to it Fu*k boy, kill yaself, (What you waiting on!) [Chorus:] If you aint bout this paper what you doing (What you doing huh?) Cause I be getting money all the time (I be getting money) Yeah I be getting money all the time (I be getting money) Yeah I be getting money all the time X2 (Verse two) Nah, I can explain it to you play boy, I just know what I know what I know Get that urge to get paper and I go, All my get bread niggas they know, It's dat feeling it's da glow It's dat fu*k out of here nigga we aint got time to be talking about broke We aint got time to be talking about slow We aint got time to be talking about no It's F-A-B-A-L-O-N Life And it you aint down kill yoself twice And I meant that disrespect (Nice!) We gone keep on doing that same shit That got us popping in the first place Now we hotter than a flame pit H-Town all day bitch, (And you know it) Still pop surround, still holding Still double up pouring purp Still in the mix hit licks get Yurp! All of my gangsta, All of my playas, Still getting money, ducking the haters Sucka for lovers nucka can't fade us Still here, still till, still getting paper So um, watch me, while I work, Fabaloning doing my dirt Man I know you see me shinning and it hurt Boys talk down, but I kept tight work Where I’m from tuff tongue get boys put to sleep but E-Thugs talk tuff when they out of reach, But you gets fu*ks up running into me (Cause it's fabalon baby yeah!) [Chorus:] If you aint bout this paper what you doing (What you doing huh?) Cause I be getting money all the time (I be getting money) Yeah I be getting money all the time (I be getting money) Yeah I be getting money all the time X2