Drumma Boy - What I Gotta Do lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] I'm smoking on that west coast, I'm rocking Italy My b**h from Detroit, she moved to Memphis Fell in love with a D-boy When you first met me you knew I was on that player sh** I play with money, I don't play with ho's. That's that Castalia sh** f**ing with Daddyo, he showed me my first half a milli Nowadays a young n***a playing with a ticket Steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets Tear that sh** up, throw it off the roof, light up my sticky Middle finger to the police, f** the speed limit 12 years old, I told myself I'll never be broke Basketball cool, but I'm good at moving dope Gotta take care my folks, but I ain't selling blow [Hook] I'm just doing what I gotta do (x4) The difference between me and you You gon' make up an excuse and I'ma do what I gotta do I'ma do whatever I gotta do I'ma do whatever I gotta do [Verse 2] I'ma get out here and do whatever I gotta do Whatever it take, I'm too used to lobster and steak Nah you can keep that lil' p**y. Lil' mama I'm super straight Yeah I'm too busy running up this motherf**ing cake I save them nothing b**hes for them lame a** n***as You a p**y. Come to my hood, you get no pa** n***a Might get robbed blind and threw in the trash n***a Sat my b**h down and told her I'm nothing like yo last n***a I'm straight out the slum. That's just where I'm from They don't make 'em like me no more They don't come how I come I didn't make A's and B's cus I was selling P's Remember Uncle Vic asked me, lil n***a you selling weed? [Hook]