do that! (feat. whotfisgg) Video (MV)

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I just hop out the bank, do that
I just hop out of Saks, blew that
Ain't take her on a date, she knew that
Got too much on my plate, true that
That bitch calling my phone, like who that?
I don't know who that bitch is for real
Like who are you?
Stressing 'bout what I'm gon' do to you
Ain't finna lie, ain't stay true to you
Yeah, quit calling
You one of those bitches be stalling
You one of those bitches with mileage
Nothing in your head, no knowledge
Yeah, I do not do that
I need a smart, pretty bitch
I need a Rollie on the wrist
I'm in that party at the Ritz
She off the molly, she off the X
Driving home from the party, she giving me neck
Yeah, no one can stop me, I do that shit quick
Yeah, now she wanna get on top of me, she hitting the splits
But we still in the whip (What you doing hoe?)
That bitch tripping on shit
Yeah, I don't post that hoe online
I'm still up in her shit
Yeah, I'm still f*cking that bitch
Yeah, I'm still ducking your flicks
Last week we up in the 6
Now we back home getting lit
Only take dubs ain't no losess
Feel like the boss of the bosses
Bitch you done lost it
Tell her, "Sit back and just watch this"
Take all our love and just toss it
All these bands keep calling
She can just tell that I'm on it
You see the fit on me, I'm ballin'
Said I'd go up regardless
Pressure on me and I'm sparking
In the room my bag always the largest
They cannot feel the same
They still hate on us, so we are the targets
I just keep working and working the hardest
Found a new light when I was down in the darkest
Memories of us, sweep 'em under the carpet
Money is hungry, that shit keep on barking
When they think that it's over, I just keep on dropping
Who the f*ck GG?
He going the hardest
I just hop out the bank, do that
I just hop out of Saks, blew that
Ain't take her on a date, she knew that
Got too much on my plate, true that
That bitch calling my phone, like who that?
I don't know who that bitch is for real
Like who are you?
Stressing 'bout what I'm gon' do to you
Ain't finna lie, ain't stay true to you
Yeah, quit calling
You one of those bitches be stalling
You one of those bitches with mileage
Nothing in your head, no knowledge
Yeah, I do not do that
I need a smart, pretty bitch
I need a Rollie on the wrist
I'm in that party at the Ritz
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