Upper Cla** Music Studios, Atlanta, GA - Why I Do It lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Get off my dick, let me do me That's a million bucks, every two weeks I'm f**in' on an actress, we makin' movies I'm pullin' out my camera, we shootin' new scenes I'm flexin' stupid on these n***as, pukin' on these n***as Sippin' all this drank, Lord, I'm juicin' on these n***as Got my b**h ballin' hard, Sheryl Swoopin' on these n***as Mind your f**in' business and stop googlin' on me, n***a I do Tunechi on these n***as [Verse 2: August Alsina] Ridin' through the city with a bad b**h with me She wanna know if she can bring her friends But my n***as wanna know if they pretty Yeah, they can tag along Bet you I could tag 'em all With a little loud and some alcohol But I'ma pa** 'em off to my n***as Kick 'em out when I'm done, n***a, f** 'em all Back to the grind I work so hard like I get paid overtime (Work) But when I see the check come deep Run up in the mall, buy the same thing three times Call this foreplay 'Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can hear the panties drop Runnin' up a check get 'em so wet Gotta ball out, call it BowFlex They wanna know how I go so hard but I'm still so young And I'm eatin' so good, and I'm still not done No I ain't stoppin' 'til I got it all And I'm winnin' 'til it ain't no room for losin' [Chorus: August Alsina] I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard I ain't gotta tell you why I do it n***a, I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown to sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, 'cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Don't have to tell you, the grind is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it n***a, that's my business Even if you say you don't f** with it [Verse 3: August Alsina] 'Cause you know for my n***as I'ma stay down Stay down, stay down We never trust them b**hes, better lay down Lay down, lay down But they never come around when the money out Money out, money out All the same people that ran out Tryna come around for a handout [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I woke up this mornin', dick rock hard If you lookin' for your woman, she just hopped off If you lookin' for some trouble, ain't gotta look far I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, "Good Lord" I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, "Good God" These n***as claimin' they thuggin', they know they good boys My n***as call me KG, 'cause I'm the Kush God And my coupe don't need a key, I'm talkin' push start, push start Ridin' and vibin', ain't hidin', come find me It ain't hard to find me 'cause n***a I'm shinin' I ain't got to tell these boys, they know I'm shinin' I ain't got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you f** with me right now, that's bad timin' Fatherless children and sad mommies f** all this sh** they be sayin' 'bout me I'm on that sippin', too damn drowsy for that bullsh** [Chorus: August Alsina] I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard I ain't gotta tell you why I do it n***a, I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown to sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, 'cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Don't have to tell you, the grind is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it n***a, that's my business Even if you say you don't f** with it, that's bullsh** [Outro: Lil Wayne] Moolah baby