Been Doin' My Thang (feat. D-Bando)

She want that check, that mean she want Carrect, she want my sex Say f*ck her ex, her pussy wet and i ain’t f*ck her yet Real nigga from head to toe, ain’t gotta talk, she know i am I grind hard, get no sleep, my dollar bills got holograms You haters say that I lucked up, I’ll f*ck up if I give a damn I graduated from being broke, you niggas pissed shit hit the fan Real bitches and niggas wit’ me, I’m showin’ out for my whole clique I made hoes dance for tha money, they turnin’ up to my old shit To nobody I owe shit, I gained weight ‘cause I tote shit and you know this Glock ready for hoe shit, I don’t miss Come carrect my slogan, real niggas get chosen She on my dick and don’t know me, introduce the bitch to my homies I pull up, walk through the door and they waitin’ on me I’m feelin’ good, ain’t worried bout a hoe hatin’ on me Salute the dj jus’ for sayin’ my name homie, play a few of my hits Walk through wit’ my main homies, been doin’ my thang homie I was broke, I’m gettin’ money now Flexin’ in my section wit’ my money out Standin’ on the sofa screamin’ f*ck yo’ couch The owner try’na turn me down, he gotta kick me out Never conversate wit’ fuckniggas, gray benz wit’ the chrome pistol Fucked her good, niggas never feel us They on our dick ‘cause they know the realest Whip the foreign ‘til I sprain my wrist Twenty bands on my yellow wrist Alotta’ these niggas is really pussy, on the ‘gram niggas talkin’ hella’ shit We do it big nigga, eat steak, I’m lookin’ good like I move weight Runnin’ Through hoes, larenz tate, all they get is dick & a mixtape F*ck wrong wit’ these hoes, you talkin’ bread, i want a loaf Clean clothes watch em’ fold, I see you snitched, you a mole F*ck no, ain’t no calming down Treat them hoes like they bowling pins, line em’ up & I knock em’ down Bendin’ corners wit carrect, when you see us, come carrect Fifth ward nigga baby, I’ll die for my respect I pull up, walk through the door and they waitin’ on me I’m feelin’ good, ain’t worried bout a hoe hatin’ on me Salute the dj jus’ for sayin’ my name homie, play a few of my hits Walk through wit’ my main homies, been doin’ my thang homie I was broke, I’m gettin’ money now Flexin’ in my section wit’ my money out Standin’ on the sofa screamin’ f*ck yo’ couch The owner try’na turn me down, he gotta kick me out No bodyguard, so I gotta’ tell a hoe back off, I’m that raw Get to trippin’ I’m jumpin’ in for my lil’ nigga, bro that’s law Waves all in my baldfade, I’m lookin’ good when I’m showin’ out Big bottles for hydration, I’m feelin’ good til’ i pass out In v i p we turnt up, no sittin’ down The club owner like when the f*ck he gon’ get down I’ll make deal, you really want me to quit now, jumpin’ all in yo’ shit Play a few of my hits now, you get it now Roll up and inhale, it don’t matter what spot we in Pregame in the parkin’ lot, I’m strollin’ I’m wit’ a big glock and a hot ten I’m smuggling tha’ strap when I walk in tha’ club My nina grindin’ on me, I pray she don’t buss’ a nut I’m wit’ tha’ shits like bubble guts, we celibate, don’t f*ck wit’ us Last nigga came wit’ tha’ drama, we ironed em’ out, made em’ hang it up No time to be buddied up on instagram, so cut tha’ stuff They takin’ pics & taggin’ us, now let me get to my partybus I pull up, walk through the door and they waitin’ on me I’m feelin’ good, ain’t worried bout a hoe hatin’ on me Salute the dj jus’ for sayin’ my name homie, play a few of my hits Walk through wit’ my main homies, been doin’ my thang homie I was broke, I’m gettin’ money now Flexin’ in my section wit’ my money out Standin’ on the sofa screamin’ f*ck yo’ couch The owner try’na turn me down, he gotta kick me out