The Runners - What I Do lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Just in case you forgot, we go by The Runners Hol' up, hol' up, Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this [Hook: Chris Brown] I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, yeah Feelin' like I 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 [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Everywhere I go they show me love so I give it back Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause I'mma get it back See something s**y up in here, I'mma bring it back They keep on runnin' back, they keep on comin' back Everybody knows CB, see me sittin' in the front row, Playoffs Stuntin' with my J's on and it's all for them haters, yeah Yeah, we get into that quap boy, my money to long boy We do this for fun boy [Hook: Chris Brown] I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, yeah Feelin' like I 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 Ey ey, it's what I do [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Single once again, I'm 'bout to go where I never been Gone with the wind cause that other ish irrelevant 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 hunnid them, let The Runners in Yeah, swag heavy like an elephant My CD's selling out you ain't married to the game, you celibate [Hook: Chris Brown] I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, yeah Feelin' like I 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 Ey ey, it's what I do [Verse 3: Plies] I keep cash on me, no black cards They don't know what them is, I deal with hood broads That's a .9 on me, that's no iPod You want my watch homie, gimmie five bricks for it I got the Maserati, I had to lick for it When all money talk, that's what I paid for it He say I bought fleet, and all 'em mine Four broads with me, and all 'em dimes Six chains on me, and all 'em shine I got my bread right, feel like I'm 6'9 Ain't just hot in mine, I'm hot in every city She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy with me [Hook: Chris Brown] I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad cause they can't, yeah Feelin' like I 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 Ey ey, it's what I do