Terrel "T. Slack" - Doing His Thing lyrics

[Intro] T. Slack, I promise I got 'em, homie! [Verse 1] I turn the phone off, I let the seat back I'mma be out for a minute, I'll bring the heat back The jet-setta and forever will I get chedda And y'all will only get cash when you get betta Check luggage, flow to a new city Plus, the hoodie cover my eyes I'm too pretty, nah, I'm just playin' Heavy is how I weigh in Top floor with a view of the water is what I stay in But y'all don't hear me, yeah, y'all ain't relatin' Well, let me tell you what happens when I be datin' These chicks with a** fully skip they cla** Catch me at the hotel and try and get that cash But, I'm not stupid, nah -- I'm tight fisted You tryna s** me for money is quite twisted Prior to fall, I was lying to y'all So if you gettin' one ring, I'm denyin' ya call [Hook] Let him breathe, let him live Let him be, let him do it on his own He a G, he just doin his thing Gotta love that Let him go, let him fall Let him grow, if you feelin where he's at let him know He just doin his thing Gotta love that