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Shout] 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 shades 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 Letras de cancionesNaNaNa, 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 other sh*ts 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 of them, let the runners in, yeah yeah Swag heavy like an elephant, my CD's sellin out you aint married to the game you celibate 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 nine 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 shine I got my bread right, feels like im six nine Aint just hot mine, I'm hot in every city, 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 From Letras Mania