Title: For What Is That
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Artist: The Blackberries.com
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Tempo: 116 BPM
Tracks: 4
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Bars: 57

Lyric

[Shout]
Just incase you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, 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 (it's 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 I'm a get it back
See somethin' sexy up in here, I'm a 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 ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, 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 (it's 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 ain't married to the girl you shouldve been

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, 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 (it's 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
Ain't just hot mine, I'm hot as I can see it, she want a pretty boy I brought chris breezy with me

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (yeah)
I'm speedin' down this fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, 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 (it's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do, yeah
NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah
NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa
It's What I Do