Testo Do It - French Montana feat. Juicy J & Project Pat
Testo della canzone Do It (French Montana feat. Juicy J & Project Pat), tratta dall'album Cocaine Mafia
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Yeah
Long as it look good, Montana, I be in it
Ain't talkin' 'bout no money, Montana get offended
Every minute of the hour, smokin' sour, drinkin' Henny
Head spinnin', all the problems got me smokin' like a chimney
Homie, that paranoia got me grippin' on that semi
I'm tryna make a dollar, but everybody screamin', "Gimme"
I'm focused on that jackpot, homie, fuck they feelings
I be yellin', "Fuck the industry," my niggas, they be dealin'
It's like a full-time job on these niggas, now they killin'
You know a nigga swag like one in a million
I be yellin', "Fuck a hard top," screamin' through the ceilin'
Fuckin' the baddest hoes, gettin' money, nigga, chillin' (Montana)
Nigga, do it, do it
Don't talk about it, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Don't blog about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Don't talk about it, do it
Don't send threats, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Yessir
I'm smokin' weed and stayin' high, poppin' pills and drinkin' vodka
Makin' money, spendin' money, fuckin' bitches, that's my opera
Louis bag, 'Sace bag, filled with a lot of cash
Strip clubs, yes, I do, chicks with a lot of ass
You see me ridin' in the Phantom, need to call a cab
'Cause she wasn't talkin' 'bout no pussy, so I left her ass
She gotta look like Halle Berry, maybe Stacey Dash
'Cause every time you see me, nigga, I'm with somethin' bad
And I smell like money, look like money
Nigga, I ain't goin' down like you crash dummies
Niggas hatin' 'cause they know they ain't got nothin'
You can't walk it like you talk it, you ain't got nothin'
Nigga, do it, do it
Don't talk about it, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Don't blog about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Don't talk about it, do it
Don't send threats, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
My money risin' high like a seedling
The hood niggas posted every corner like a Walgreens
Everybody hustlin' from New York hot dog stands
Down in North Memphis, stolen guns out that van
I'm the man 'cause I choose to get up off my anus
Hair-trigger pistol to your head, I can make you brainless
You can end up famous on that five o'clock news
This ain't 1930, but niggas still singin' blues
Havin' hard times, still sellin' coca hard
Somebody drop the stank bomb, nah, that's a smoker's fart
We'll be in the trap, J's comin' back to back
I don't just talk about it, dawg, I live that
Nigga, do it, do it
Don't talk about it, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Don't blog about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Don't talk about it, do it
Don't send threats, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Nigga, do it, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Nigga, do it, nigga, do it
Don't rap about it, do it
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Karim Kharbouch
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