"Doin It" lyrics

(Wave Mechanics)
(Fred On Em)
Hey
Uh, doin' it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, like I'm doin' it
Nah, for shit sure
I do this shit, man
Ooh

Preparation, if it ain't 'bout no cash, I don't want no conversation
The bitch broke on her ass, I don't want no type relations, ain't no hatin', uh
Drip a lot of sauce, and just like Dolph, this shit is major, uh
Spendin' what it cost, just send your pin and destination and I'm bringin' 'em
Don't try me on nothin' funny 'cause the sticks, you know we swingin' 'em
Put switches on they ass, grr, hit the house, we cleanin' shit
Them folks get on your trail, we don't tell, ain't on no singin' shit, that what it do
If you want the game, then come around, teach you a thing or two
Spend a bunch of change up on this 'fit, fresh like the cleanup crew
My bitch a bag lady, I'ma stake, then call her Ms. Badu
Been goin' mad brazy on these beats, how I get fuckin' loose, get to the loot
I stay away from people, some of these niggas act like goose
This Sosa army, we might pull up lookin' like some troops
This shit the bomb, you might fuck 'round, get hit with a nuke
That's just to tell the truth, hey

Havin' splash, you doin' it (Splash), them bags, you doin' it (Woo)
Count cash, you doin' it (Hey), if you make 'em mad, keep doin' it (Doin', doin')
I walk up in the spot like, "Give me two of them," ooh (Give me two of them)
If you ain't gettin' no guap, you must be losin' it (Hey, hey)
Havin' splash, you doin' it (Splash), them bags, you doin' it (Woo)
Count cash, you doin' it (Hey), if you make 'em mad, keep doin' it (Doin', doin')
I walk up in the spot like, "Give me two of them," ooh (Give me two of them)
If you ain't gettin' no guap, you must be losin' it (What?)

If you ain't gettin' no guap, you must be losin' it
They goin' off, catch some shots, this stick got coolin' kit
That nigga, he a actor, please, someone hand him a movie script
A non-factor and this jewelry look like some aluminum
That shit, it ain't hittin' off of nothin'
The bitch, she from America, the chopper come from Russia
The youngins, they gon' tie it up
If they come through with buttons, it's destruction
They aimin' for them heads, you gon' get more than a concussion
I'm bangin' Blood, this shit here just like colors
New house came with a butler and we beatin' shit like the buzzer
Let's get ready to rumble, call me Sosa Michael Buffer
Run up your numbers, shit hit different when you from the gutter
I put that on my mother

Havin' splash, you doin' it (Splash), them bags, you doin' it (Woo)
Count cash, you doin' it (Hey), if you make 'em mad, keep doin' it (Doin', doin')
I walk up in the spot like, "Give me two of them," ooh (Give me two of them)
If you ain't gettin' no guap, you must be losin' it, hey (Hey)
Havin' splash, you doin' it (Splash), them bags, you doin' it (Woo)
Count cash, you doin' it (Hey), if you make 'em mad, keep doin' it (Doin', doin')
I walk up in the spot like, "Give me two of them," ooh (Give me two of them)
If you ain't gettin' no guap, you must be losin' it (Hey)

Ooh, see what I'm sayin'?
And when you really get to it and you doin' it, then you doin' it, man
Like when you that boy, then you doin' it, man
Ooh, hey, hey