I Do (Dash Roscoe)

I have all the swag, body bag Life's a fucking party, I'm wasted, someone call a cab Stumbling to the car but they keep asking for autographs I'm going home with girls, girls, girls, yup, all of that Tell me is it the fame or the money Either way this people all think there must be something about me - stunning Ah, everythang (I'm juiced up, I know the truth stuff) Cause everything I do is just actually too much For y'all niggas Oh yeah and I'm awesome over all niggas Motherfucking dimes, I can't even see you small niggas So pardon me (please) I don't mean to brag But I just spent 40, 000 yen on these jeans I have On baby Oh yeah money long baby You just your makeup on the waistline of my draws I mean oh you can be the inspiration for my next song Just motherfucking do with me and bust jimmy johns I'm the bomb dot com Shout out to my moms It's Been a long time coming and we still going strong We win it, can't let up Cause once these clowns forget us It's gonna take a lifetime trying to make them unforget us So I'm gonna represent us From start and to the finish I work hard to pay off Ball - I gets the play off You used to ball too, until you got laid out Back in 95s damn I bet that's chaos Life's about lessons, sit back and watch me teach Like a game of badminton, I'm so out of reach I'm at the finish line, give my winning speech It goes "ahem, um" But all y'all said I couldn't do it I hope every time you grab a you forced to hear my music You're so cubic, I'm so coolest Got your girlfriend playing nudest I'm, with no script, but I don't trip Trust me I give a bat pri sa, means like aristocrat No lady and the tramp but they were gifted cats we tripled that I used to have problems, until I learnt to deal I was taught to stay positive and always keep it real and I do I do, I do, I do, I do Oh, oh, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I was taught to always keep it real it when I do What I do, and I do, and I do, and I do, and I do Do It Stumble in the elevator, drifting down the highway Drunk texed all my numbers, don't know who the fuck is calling Feeling extra reckless I could probably use some counseling It's a party at the condo, I don't really feel like talking Feel like killing the party and these hoochies in Air Jordans And pissing off all the bitches who wish that they could afford them, See um Don't brag a lot Cause when you, have a lot You don't, talk about it You just, laugh a lot And you just, walk it out, pop it out and stock it out, but ya'll bitter bitch ass haters don't know what I'm talking bout Do you? Cause I do The best I can me and my crew - the best of friends And the niggas that ride for me will put to sleep the best of me And stay in your place, pass the ace, and put a smile back on your face Cause it's a blessing to be next to the best dressed bitch up in this place But I failed to mention that, um, I do this shit While you other candy-coaters on that other box of goober shit I rap sing and do it on another box of shit And if you ask my haters probably tell you I'm a super bitch Yeah, uh huh, that's cause I do this shit Cause I do it so right, and I do it so good And I do it just like I said I would Cause I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I was taught to always keep it real it when I do {What} I do, and I do, and I do, and I do, and I do What I'm Supposed To Do