moneybagg yo – i do what i want lyrics
[verse 1]
smokin dope out an 87 audi
before i came up i was doubted
now my shows super crowded
bad b-tches screamin shoutin
nothin, but gangster n-gg-s ’round me
fresh in the game im in my prime
i drop hits not no dimes
and i ain’t lyin in my rymes
plug called he got 10 [?]
ima get that sh-t gone in a hurry
i don’t touch the dope like it got rabies
got that 30 on me stephen curry
getting paper haters still talkin
and im ridin clean and they still walkin
sauce drippin when i walk dawg
styrofoam full of walk-off
talm bout tryin me better yield dawg
ian playin mane im forreal dawg
gave me fire head on a pill dawg
hit her from the back with her heels on
i do what i want, i do what you don’t yea
that ice on my neck and arms it got me [?]
[hook]
i want that rolley on my wrist
when the light hit that b-tch glist
i want that audi yeah that coupe
when it’s hot let back the roof
want that money that don’t fold
bad b-tch designer clothes
all my n-gg-s getting dough
wake up in designer stores
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
[verse 2]
smellin like dozier
that b-tch wanna kiss me but ion do no smoothcin
im like holdup lil b-tch. i know you suck d-ck you must think that im stupid
i stay in exclusive
i woke up in louie my shades by gucci
my neck is a jewel house
i f-ck with baton rouge aye shoutout to boosie
ayee, im winning you losing
i keep the tooly et smoked like a newdy
my life is a movie
im stackin and flippin im comin like snoody
im dopin im smoking im blazin [?]
couple servin them people that look just like pookie
in a photo super chopper [?]
rode by and i chunked up the deuces
pulled over and poured up a deuce
[?????]
d-ck suckin had me like oouuu
i do what you don’t. you don’t i do it
i do what i want i ran up some money then blew it
[hook]
i want that rolley on my wrist
when the light hit that b-tch glist
i want that audi yeah that coupe
when it’s hot let back the roof
want that money that don’t fold
bad b-tch designer clothes
all my n-gg-s getting dough
wake up in designer stores
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
i do what i want, i do what you don’t for real
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