Tracy T - What We Doing lyrics

[Intro: Fat Trel] Squad Famous, what you know Just kidding Think I'm crazy Going crazy Think I'm crazy Going crazy Think I'm crazy Going crazy Think I'm crazy Going crazy [Verse 1: Fat Trel] Look, okay, I'm thinking about Copping them choppas And taking it to Tea and them house And leaving em out And shoot em for hours Then hop in the shower f** me a b**h I'm ugly and rich If you let me I'll probably just f** and forget As real as it gets I'll take me a trip I'll play with a brick I'm crazy as sh** I don't give a f** You lazy as sh** I see why you broke You sleeping the most I'm up and I leave I go with the breeze I co*k and squeeze I do it with ease I make her believe My paper is green The f** do you mean? I stay with them hundreds Addicted to money Your b**h trying to f** But me, I just laugh Cause that sh** funny Cause me, I don't want it She see why I'm stuntin' I started with nothing My bread, it was crumbin' I was robbing the public It really was nothing But back to the subject I'm a younging with money So I pop me a molly I smoke dro by the onion I knew it was comin' I knew it was you who be doing the stuntin' You never was pumpin' Why the f** is you bluffin' You never was pumpin' Why the f** is you bluffin' But you never was pumpin' [Hook: Fat Trel] Got some old thots that I can't forget about (forget about) Real n***as, can't forget about em (forget about em) I say she know me, show me love, I wouldn't doubt it (doubt it) If she let me f**, I'ma get the money out her (money out her) Now what I'm counting? (hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (she s**ing dick) What we doing? (we hitting licks) Now what I'm counting? (hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (she s**ing dick) What we doing? (we hitting licks) [Verse 2: Tracy T] n***as with bullets while riding in hoodies and [?] Getting that dope money Street money, I get, I get it And flip it, and send it It's bringing me more money Smoking them Dutches and filling my lungs up with Cali I'm plotting on getting the mail Look at my ears, there's ice on my ears Look at your ears, it's not like your ears Bad b**h, I am [?] gold digger (gold digger) Making money too, might as well roll with em Cause that's how it goes, Maybach murder game You get murdered for change So stay off the road, or just stay in your lane I'm feeling the [?] I'm bagging up gold, just got a truckload They got me a ho, my Roly is gold I pull up in a Rolls, pull off in a Ferrari You hating? I'm sorry Now it's back to the thousands The money is piling, I came from the violence So n***as is wilding, and now cause I need it Naw, n***a you keep it I"ll go get it myself My gun in my belt, I'm drinking top shelf Cooking dope like a chef, got stripes like a ref So b**h n***a step, I'm shooting [?] Got dope on my left, hit you right with them sales It's all for the cause [Outro: Fat Trel] I think I'm crazy, cause sometimes I think about Going crazy, run up in a n***a house I see police sometimes I think we going down So many haters (that's) why my clip a hundred rounds [Hook]