What I Gotta Do lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I'm smoking on that west coast, I'm rocking Italy
My b*tch 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*t
I play with money, I don't play with ho's. That's that Castalia sh*t
f*cking with Daddyo, he showed me my first half a milli
Nowadays a young n*gga playing with a ticket
Steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets
Tear that sh*t up, throw it off the roof, light up my sticky
Middle finger to the police, f*ck 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' pus*y. Lil' mama I'm super straight
Yeah I'm too busy running up this motherf*cking cake
I save them nothing b*tches for them lame ass n*ggas
You a pus*y. Come to my hood, you get no pass n*gga
Might get robbed blind and threw in the trash n*gga
Sat my b*tch down and told her I'm nothing like yo last n*gga
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*gga you selling weed?
[Hook]
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