Chris Brown

Chris Brown - What I Do lyrics

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



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 wit 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 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, nanana, nananaah 

Nanana, nanana, nanana 

It's what I do
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