I Do It – Lil Wayne
Genre Rap

LYRIC
I Do It

IntroBig Sean

Phew, phew, yeah
If  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
If  you in my way, then I gotta go through you [Don, Don
Look, look, look, funeral

ChorusBig Sean

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it [Huh
They  say, "All facts," but don't prove shit [Huh
You  in my way, need to move, bitch [Huh
Shut the fuck up, no excuses [Huh
This  a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

Verse 1Lil Baby

I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'
All  these burners here hot, but we coolin'
I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"
I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em
I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em
I was dead broke, sleep on the futon
Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em
Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run
If I take your shit, can't give you no refund
Ten mil' for a deal I agree on
I put on for Atlanta like Deion
Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em
From the apartments to an arena
Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him
Look at God's child drivin' the Demon
Fuck what you heard

ChorusBig Sean, Lil Wayne

[Huh
They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit [Huh, yeah
[Yeah
[Yeah
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

Verse 2Lil Wayne

Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit [I do shit
Soft top on my car like it's Jewish [It's Jewish
Catch a body like Ray Lewis [Ray Lewis
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious [Yeah
I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution [Yeah
I get the checks and just do it no swooshes [Yeah
Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch [Yeah
No disrespect, I bust down the noose [Yeah
Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance [Yeah
I am a mess, I am a mutant [Yeah
Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent
I smoke the best exclusive
I'm somewhere else secluded [Secluded
Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in
You a ref, my nigga, you blew it [You blew it
I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it
Told myself to continue my duties
I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002
Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin'
Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it
Just like I play for Emilio Pucci
I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki
I need a favorite woman like The Fugees
It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges
My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid
No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

ChorusBig Sean, Lil Wayne

[I do it
[I knew it
You in my way, need to move, bitch [Move bitch, huh
[Yeah, yeah
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy [Yeah, yeah
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship [Yeah, yeah]

OutroLil Baby, Lil Wayne, &

I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' [No snoozin'
All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' [Yeah, snorin'
I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'" [Yeah
I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it
My accountant just called, said, "Shit been movin'"
Fake money, should keep your two cents [That mulah
Catch a body like Ray Lewis [Yeah

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