I Do It (feat. Big Sean & Lil Baby)

[Big Sean]

Phew, phew, yeah

If  you weigh me down then I gotta remove you

If  you in my way, then I gotta go through you (don, Don)

Look, look, look, funeral

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (huh)

They  say: All facts — but don't prove shit (huh)

You  in my way, need to move, bitch (huh)

Shut the fuck up, no excuses (huh)

This  a win-win, swear I'm so choosy

Money spread on me like Boosie

Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Lil Baby]

I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'

All  these burners here hot, but we coolin'

I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid

My accountant just called, said: Shit been movin'

I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em

I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em

I was dead broke, sleep on the futon

Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em

Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run

If I take your shit, can't give you no refund

Ten mil' for a deal I agree on

I put on for Atlanta like Deion

Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em

From the apartments to an arena

Where that lil' boy been? I ain't seen him

Look at God's child drivin' the Demon

Fuck what you heard

[Big Sean & Lil Wayne]

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (huh)

They say: All facts — but don't prove shit (huh, yeah)

You in my way, need to move, bitch (yeah)

Shut the fuck up, no excuses (yeah)

This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy

Money spread on me like Boosie

Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit)

Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (it's Jewish)

Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (yeah)

I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (yeah)

I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (yeah)

Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (yeah)

No disrespect, I bust down the noose (yeah)

Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (yeah)

I am a mess, I am a mutant (yeah)

Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent

I smoke the best exclusive

I'm somewhere else secluded (secluded)

Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in

You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (you blew it)

I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it

Told myself to continue my duties

I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002

Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin'

Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it

Just like I play for Emilio Pucci

I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki

I need a favorite woman like The Fugees

It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges

My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid

No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

[Big Sean & Lil Wayne]

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it)

They say: All facts — but don't prove shit (I knew it)

You in my way, need to move, bitch (move bitch, huh)

Shut the fuck up, no excuses (yeah, yeah)

This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (yeah, yeah)

Money spread on me like Boosie

Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (yeah, yeah)

I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (no snoozin')

All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (yeah, snorin')

I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid

My accountant just called, said: Shit been movin' (yeah)

I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it

My accountant just called, said: Shit been movin'

Fake money, should keep your two cents (that mulah)

Catch a body like Ray Lewis (yeah)

If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you

If you in my way, then I gotta go through you

Funeral