Why I Do It

Get off my dick, let me do me
 That's a million bucks, every two weeks
 I'm fucking on an actress, we making movies
 I'm pulling out my camera, we shooting new scenes
 I'm flexing stupid on these niggas, puking on these niggas
 Sipping all this drank, Lord I'm juicing on these niggas
 Got my bitch balling hard
 Sheryl Swooping on these niggas
 Mind your fucking business and stop googling on me, nigga
 I do Tunechi on these niggas
 Riding through the city with a bad bitch with me (bad bitch)
 She wanna know if she can bring her friends
 But my niggas wanna know if they're pretty
 Yeah they can tag along
 Bet you I could tag em all
 With a little loud and some alcohol
 But I'ma pass em off to my niggas
 Kick em out when I'm done, nigga, fuck 'em all
 Back to the grind (grind)
 I work so hard like I get paid overtime (work)
 But when I see the check come I'm geeked up in the mall,
 buy the same thing three times
 Call this foreplay
 Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can see the panties drop (drop)
 Running up a check get em so wet (wet)
 Gotta ball out, call it B.O. Flex (ohh)
 They wanna know how I go so hard but
 I'm still so young
 and I'm eating so good, and I'm still not done
 No I ain't stopping 'til I got it all
 And I'm winning til it ain't no room for losing
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 Nigga I don't ask why you do your job
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 I grind sundown, sunrise
 Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 Nigga that's my business
 Even if you say you don't fuck with it
 Cause you know for my niggas I'ma stay down
 Stay down, stay down
 We never trust them bitches, better lay down
 Lay down, lay down
 But they never come around when the money out
 Money out, money out
 All the same people that ran out (ran)
 Tryna come around for a handout (huh uh)
 I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
 If you looking for your woman, she just hopped off
 If you looking for some trouble, ain't gotta look far
 I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good Lord "
 I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good God "
 These niggas claiming they thugging, they know they good boys
 My niggas call me KG, cause I'm the
 " Kush God "
 And my coupe don't need a key, I'm talking push start, push start
 Riding and vibing, ain't hiding, come find me
 It ain't hard to find me cause nigga I'm shining
 I ain't got to tell these boys, they know I'm shining
 I ain't got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you
 Fuck with me right now, that's bad timing
 Fatherless children and sad mommies
 Fuck all this shit they be saying bout me
 I'm on that sipping, too damn drowsy for that bullshit
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 Nigga I don't ask why you do your job
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 I grind sundown, sunrise
 Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it)
 Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless
 I ain't gotta tell you why I do it
 Nigga that's my business
 Even if you say you don't fuck with it
 That's cool (mula baby)