"Do What It Do" lyrics
[Mr. Marcelo:]
I can't see you haters with the frames on, homie
Marcello don't you ever get the name wrong, homie
Bang bang on me, but I ain't come to start it
I just came to pop a few bottles in the party
Cop a few models in the party
Blow a lil purp then dip in a black Maserati
Yeah I get money, I be showing my cash
And my jeans hang low 'cause I be showing my ass
Fake niggas hate it, real niggas love it
Real niggas love to see a real nigga get this money
Any city, any hood, any state
I be on the interstate [?]
[?] yeah I keep it with me
And chop chop niggas like boneless chicken
Yeah, I leave 'em funky [?]
[?] shits on niggas like pidgeons
I get it how I live and live how I get it
If the streets [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Mr. Marcello & Curren$y:]
Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
Yeah, Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, Louis Vutton luggage
In the storage department of the new Benz buggy
I'm at a point in my life where I'm like "Fuck it"
I see it and I want it, I get it, it's just money
I play the Gucci rainboots when it's muddy
Leave double G prints, haven't seen a G since
I left the scene with my team
Niggas seem squeamish, holding on their stomachs like they're sea-sick
Bitches can't believe it, niggas can't take it
Lemonhead white tick-tacks on my bracelet
I flash my ring, you steppin' on your brace bitch
'Cause y'all know yellow lights mean slow down
We in the club taking shots, gettin' tore down
Fuck around with me you taking shots from the [?]
Clowns don't believe you a mobster
Til they start seeing their homeboys in trunks like a boxer
Clowns say you hotter than Spitta, you probably right homes
I can't be hot, I got too much ice on, yeah
[Mr. Marcello & Curren$y:]
Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
Yeah, Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
I can't see you haters with the frames on, homie
Marcello don't you ever get the name wrong, homie
Bang bang on me, but I ain't come to start it
I just came to pop a few bottles in the party
Cop a few models in the party
Blow a lil purp then dip in a black Maserati
Yeah I get money, I be showing my cash
And my jeans hang low 'cause I be showing my ass
Fake niggas hate it, real niggas love it
Real niggas love to see a real nigga get this money
Any city, any hood, any state
I be on the interstate [?]
[?] yeah I keep it with me
And chop chop niggas like boneless chicken
Yeah, I leave 'em funky [?]
[?] shits on niggas like pidgeons
I get it how I live and live how I get it
If the streets [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Mr. Marcello & Curren$y:]
Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
Yeah, Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, Louis Vutton luggage
In the storage department of the new Benz buggy
I'm at a point in my life where I'm like "Fuck it"
I see it and I want it, I get it, it's just money
I play the Gucci rainboots when it's muddy
Leave double G prints, haven't seen a G since
I left the scene with my team
Niggas seem squeamish, holding on their stomachs like they're sea-sick
Bitches can't believe it, niggas can't take it
Lemonhead white tick-tacks on my bracelet
I flash my ring, you steppin' on your brace bitch
'Cause y'all know yellow lights mean slow down
We in the club taking shots, gettin' tore down
Fuck around with me you taking shots from the [?]
Clowns don't believe you a mobster
Til they start seeing their homeboys in trunks like a boxer
Clowns say you hotter than Spitta, you probably right homes
I can't be hot, I got too much ice on, yeah
[Mr. Marcello & Curren$y:]
Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
Yeah, Marcello make it do what it do
Every hood and every ghetto make it do what it do
Yeah, Hot Spitta make it do what it do
Bad bitches and real niggas make it do what it do
