歌手:Chris Brown
专辑:《Graffiti》

作曲 : Chris Brown/Jermaine Jackson/Robert Allen/Andrew Harr/Jason Boyd/Luke Boyd/Kevin Cossim
I be throwin' up my cash actin' like money aint a thang yeah （yeah）
I'm speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad cause they cant yeah
I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars and the girls and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do （its what I do）
It's what I do hey it's what I do
Everywhere I go they show me love so I give it back
Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause imma get it back
See somethin' ***y up in here imma bring it back
They keep on runnin' back they keep on comin' back
Everybody knows me when they see me sittin' in the front row playa
Stuntin' with my J's on and it's all for them haterz yeah
We get into that crunk boi yo money to long boi we do this for fun boi
I be throwin' up my cash actin' like money aint a thang yeah （yeah）
I'm speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad cause they cant yeah
I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars and the girls and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do （its what I do）
It's what I do hey it's what I do
NaNaNa NaNaNa NaNaNa NaNaNaah
NaNaNa NaNaNa NaNaNa ey ey it's what I do
Single once again I'm bout to go where I never been
Gone with the wind cause that might be where she'll end up being
We can get it in I mean get it in
And I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friend
Nah bring ten but they gotta be tens
Now that's a hunt of them let the runners in yeah yeah
So I give it like an elegist
My CD's sellin out you aint married to the girl you shouldve been
I be throwin' up my cash actin' like money aint a thang yeah （yeah）
I'm speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad cause they cant yeah
I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars and the girls and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do （its what I do）
It's what I do hey it's what I do yeah
NaNaNa NaNaNa yeah NaNaNa NaNaNaah yeah
NaNaNa NaNaNa yeah NaNaNa ey ey it's what I do
I keep cash on me no black cards
They don't know what dem is I deal with hood brauds
There's a nife on me that's no ipod
You want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for it
I got the mazerati I had to lick for it we all luv to talk that's what I paid for it
He say I bought fleet and I luv mine four brauds with me and all luv dies
Six chains on me and all luv shines
I got my prayer right feels like a served right
Aint just hot mine I'm hot as I can see it
She want a pretty boy I brought chris breezy wit me
I be throwin' up my cash actin' like money aint a thang yeah （yeah）
I'm speedin' down this fast lane stuntin' and they mad cause they cant yeah
I'm Feelin' like a can't lose
And when they ask me bout the cars and the girls and the cribs
I just tell em' it's what I do （its what I do）
It's what I do hey it's what I do yeah
NaNaNa NaNaNa NaNaNa NaNaNaah
NaNaNa NaNaNa NaNaNa