Lyrics

[Intro: Drake] I do this for ya'll, man Malice, Nickelus F – it's the remix! [Verse 1: No Malice] Lights slow motion, steppin' out the Phantom All eyes on me, peekin' and glancin' Leanin' on the wall, with b-boys dancin' Ears, neck, and wrists lookin' like the king's ransom One chick, each arm, makin' it a tandem Flat here costing' like fifty grand standard Bottles poppin', cars wit' options We livin' like kings, homie, you just watchin' And I'm a show for ya, marble flo' for ya And that thing in the driveway, came with the spoiler I ain't bluffin', cop jewels off the Russian Diamonds in the Jesus, look like he's blushin' Miami breezes, we cross seasons Escaped indictments – thank you, Jesus Y'all haters ain't even got a clue While we get this paper, and that's how we do [Bridge] R-E U-P G-A-N-G R-E U-P G-A-N-G [Chorus: Drake] Stance on lean, leg up on the wall My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do Do's what you do's, I do what I do Stance on lean, leg up on the wall My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do Do's what you do's, I do what I do [Verse 2: Drake] Check, the verses I'm writing, you might wanna learn it You hatin' my song but your wife wanna burn it So now you at the store for some blank CDs You can't see me, for your sake, might wanna return it 'Cause, if you bring them discs home to ya girl, she'll forget you And I'll be the only one she concerned with To the people that ignored me before this This one is for you as a song re-recorded Funny thing is, you just noticed me now but I was here all along Your vision's just been distorted I'm so throwed, I live this, you ask me what the business? And I write a sixteen and report it The waiting is over, I think music need it Drake cuttin' his records without gettin weeded People in the South want it chopped and screwed, I got this, dude They expectations, I've exceed it Like a singer with only backgrounds, ya'll record and When it's done, ya lyrics tend to mislead ish Finally here, I'm a star with the timing My swagger is chill, and my flow is reclining This for anybody that's searchin' for cash, and purchasing fast You only get the dough when you grindin' And so I grind like I'm listening to I Wayne My pain, you can experience through the rhyming, boy! [Chorus: Drake] Stance on lean, leg up on the wall My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do Do's what you do's, I do what I do Stance on lean, leg up on the wall My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do Do's what you do's, I do what I do [Verse 3: Nickelus F] Ugh! Do what you do and I does what I does These chicks love me, they say "Boy, you're clean-cut for a thug" You should see the stampede when we rush in the club It's like a offensive foul, how they running to us Charge all their drinks on that Platinum Card Lord, I got 'em hooked like the back of a bra Ugh, man, I am, like Sam I Am I get the green, plus the eggs and ham And a pen, for any beef trying to approach us Let the sucker burn, I don't even flip 'em over Nickelus F teamed with Drake, now you mad as hell Ain't seen a better looking union since Gabrielle Well, I'm hot as hell and I don't even need a stylist Spit the infernal like the Real World Challenge V.A. – Nickelus F, Push, and Malice You're running up our animals like white boys that cow-tip Everybody know cats from the South the wildest I ain't gotta use a fist, slap you with the callous [Chorus: Drake] Stance on lean, leg up on the wall My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do Do's what you do's, I do what I do Stance on lean, leg up on the wall My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do Do's what you do's, I do what I do