What I Do

Chris Brown

Album Graffiti

Intro: DJ Khaled

Just in case you forgot (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We go by The Runners
Hol’ up, hol’ up, Chris Brown
This what we do, we do this

Chorus: Chris Brown

I be throwin’ up my cash, actin’ like money ain’t a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I’m speedin’ down the fast lane, stuntin’ and they mad ’cause they can’t, yeah
I’m feelin’ like I 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, it’s what I do
It’s what I do, hey, it’s what I do

Verse 1: Chris Brown

Everywhere I go they show me love so I give it back
Throw a couple stacks up in the air ’cause I’ma get it back (Oh)
See something sexy up in here, I’ma bring it back (Bring it back)
They keep on runnin’ back (Runnin’ back), they keep on comin’ back (Yeah)
Everybody knows CB, see me sittin’ in the front row, Playoffs
Stuntin’ with my J’s on and it’s all for them haters (Yeah)
Yeah, we get into that quap, boy, my money too long, boy (Ooh)
We do this for fun, boy

Chorus: Chris Brown

I be throwin’ up my cash (Yeah), actin’ like money ain’t a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I’m speedin’ down the fast lane, stuntin’ and they mad ’cause they can’t, yeah
I’m feelin’ like I 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 (It’s what I do), it’s what I do (It’s what I do)
It’s what I do, hey, it’s what I do (Woo!)

Post-Chorus: Chris Brown

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na
Ayy, ayy, it’s what I do

Verse 2: Chris Brown

Single once again, I’m ’bout to go where I never been
Gone with the wind ’cause that other ish irrelevant (Yeah)
We can get it in, I mean get it in
And I got stamina so don’t forget to bring a friend
Nah, bring 10 but they gotta be tens
Now that’s a hunnid them, let The Runners in (Yeah)
Yeah, swag heavy like an elephant
My CD’s selling out, you ain’t married to the game, you celibate

Chorus: Chris Brown & Plies

I be throwin’ up my cash (Yeah), actin’ like money ain’t a thang, yeah (No, no, yeah)
I’m speedin’ down the fast lane (Speedin’ up), stuntin’ and they mad ’cause they can’t, yeah (‘Cause they can’t, yeah)
I’m feelin’ like I 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 (It’s what I do), it’s what I do (It’s what I do)
It’s what I do, hey, it’s what I do (Yeah, woo!)

Post-Chorus: Chris Brown & Plies

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na (Yeah)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na (Yeah)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
(Oh, this here is what I do, homie)
Ah-na-na
(This here is what I do, homie)
Ayy, ayy, it’s what I do

Verse 3: Plies

I keep cash on me, no Black Cards (Black Cards)
They don’t know what them is, I deal with hood broads (Hood broads, yeah)
That’s a .9 on me, that’s no iPod (iPod)
You want my watch, homie, gimmie five bricks for it (For it)
I got the Maserati, I hit a lick for it (Lick for it)
When old money talk, that’s when I pay for it (Pay for it, yeah)
He see a car fleet, and all ’em mine (Mine)
Four broads with me, and all ’em dimes (Dimes)
Six chains on me, and all ’em shine (Shine)
I got my bread right, feel like I’m 6’9″
Ain’t just hot in mine, I’m hot in every city
She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy with me

Chorus: Chris Brown

I be throwin’ up my cash (Yeah), actin’ like money ain’t a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I’m speedin’ down the fast lane (Yeah), stuntin’ and they mad ’cause they can’t, yeah
I’m feelin’ like I can’t lose
And when they (When) ask me ’bout the cars (Cars), and the girls (Girls), and the cribs (Cribs)
I just tell ’em it’s what I do (It’s what I do), it’s what I do (It’s what I do)
It’s what I do, hey, it’s what I do (Woo!)

Post-Chorus: Chris Brown

Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na (Na-na)
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na (Na-na)
Ah-na-na (Ah-na-na)
Ayy, ayy, it’s what I do

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