Letra What I Gotta Do - Young Dolph
I'm smoking on that west coast, I'm rocking Italy
My bitch 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 shit
I play with money, I don't play with ho's. That's that Castalia shit
Fuc*** with Daddyo, he showed me my first half a milli
Nowadays a young ni*** playing with a ticket
Steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets
Tear that shit up, throw it off the roof, light up my sticky
Middle finger to the police, f*** 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
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
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' pu***. Lil' mama I'm super straight
Yeah I'm too busy running up this motherfucking cake
I save them nothing bitches for them lame ass niggas
You a pu***. Come to my hood, you get no pass ni***
Might get robbed blind and threw in the trash ni***
Sat my bitch down and told her I'm nothing like yo last ni***
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 ni*** you selling weed?
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