What We Doing

Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Trel] Squad Famous, what you know Let's get it (Famous beat) Think I'm crazy, going crazy Think I'm crazy, going crazy Think I'm crazy, going crazy Think I'm crazy, going crazy Yeah, look [Verse 1: Fat Trel] Okay, I'm thinking about Copping them choppers and take it to T and them's house And leaving 'em out, and shoot 'em for hours, then hop in the shower Fuck me a bitch, I'm ugly and rich, if you let me I'll probably just fuck and forget As real as it gets, I'll take me a trip, I'll play with a brick I'm crazy as shit, I don't give a fuck, you lazy as shit I see why you broke, you sleeping the most, I'm up and I leave I go with the breeze, I cock it, and squeeze, I do it with ease I make her believe, my paper is green, the fuck do you mean? I stay with them hundreds, addicted to money, your bitch trying to fuck But me, I just laugh, 'cause that shit funny, 'cause me, I don't want it She see why I'm stuntin', I started with nothing, my bread, it was crumbin' I was robbing the public, it really was nothing, but back to the subject I'm a youngin' with money, first I pop me a molly, smoke dro by the onion I knew it was comin', I knew it was you who be doing the stuntin' You never was pumpin', why the fuck is you bluffin'? You never was pumpin' Why the fuck is you bluffin', but you never was pumpin'? [Chorus: Fat Trel] Got some old thots that I can't forget about (Forget about) Real niggas (Real), can't forget about 'em (Forget about 'em) I say she know me, show me love, I wouldn't doubt it (Doubt it) But if she let me fuck, I'ma get the money out her (Money out her) Now what I'm counting? (Hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (She sucking dick) What we doing? (We hitting licks) What I'm counting? (Hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (She sucking dick) What we doing? (We hitting licks) [Verse 2: Tracy T] Niggas with fullies ride 'round in the hoodies and Bentlys Getting that dope money Street money, I get, I get it And flip it, and send it It's bringing me more money Smoking them Dutches and filling my lungs up with Cali I'm plotting on getting the mail Look at my ears, there's ice on my ears Look at your ears, it's not like your ears Bad bitch, thinkin' money, she a gold digger (Gold digger) Thinkin' money too, I might as well roll with her 'Cause that's how it goes, Maybach, murder gang You get murdered for change So stay off the road, or just stay in your lane I'm feeling the Ghost, I'm thinkin' I'm through Just got a truckload, then got me a ho My Rollie is gold, I pull up in a Rolls Pull off in a 'Rari, you hating, I'm sorry Now it's back to the thousands The money is piling, I came from the violence So niggas is wilin', and now it's "I need it" Nah, nigga you keep it, I go get it myself My gun in my belt, I'm drinking top shelf Cooking dope like a chef, got stripes like a ref So bitch nigga step, I'm shooting Southpaw, huh I don't on my left, get you right with them shells It's all for the cause [Pre-Chorus: Fat Trel] I think I'm crazy, cause sometimes I think about (Countin' thousands) Going crazy, run up in a nigga house (You layin' down) I see police, sometimes I think we goin' down (It's goin' down) So many haters, why my clip a hundred rounds [Chorus: Fat Trel] Got some old thots that I can't forget about (Forget about) Real niggas (Real), can't forget about 'em (Forget about 'em) I say she know me, show me love, I wouldn't doubt it (Doubt it) But if she let me fuck, I'ma get the money out her (Money out her) Now what I'm counting? (Hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (She sucking dick) What we doing? (We hitting licks) What I'm counting? (Hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (She sucking dick) What we doing? (We hitting licks)