I Do lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: SZA]
Left a n*gga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I think us, bad b*tches, is a gift from God (Gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (Get a job)
Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
pus*y so good, I say my own name during sex (Yeah)
I might smack a b*tch 'cause I felt like it (Yeah)
Gucci shoes and a belt like it (Woo)
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I'm a rich b*tch and I smell like it
I'm in a boss b*tch mood, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho
These are some boss b*tch shoes
If you ain't no boss b*tch, move, ayy
For the record, I set record record sales (Huh?)
I like n*ggas that been in and outta jail (Huh?)
They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can't tell)
My little fifteen minutes lasting long as hell, huh?
[Chorus: SZA]
Left a n*gga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (Can)
Good girls do what they told (Told)
Bad b*tches do what they want (They want)
That's why a b*tch is so cold (Woo)
I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed
Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest (Brrt)
The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it
I'm provocative, it's my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it
Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it
Spend what I want, ain't no limit
I say what I want, I ain't never been timid
Only real sh*t comes out my mouth and only real n*ggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through (Woo)
Here's a word to my ladies, don't you give these n*ggas none (Give 'em none)
If they can't make you richer, they can't make you c*m, huh? (Egh!)
[Chorus: SZA]
I left a n*gga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine, and my checks divine
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
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