Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why I Do It, artist - August Alsina. Date of issue: 27.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why I Do It |
| Get off my dick, let me do me |
| That’s a million bucks, every two weeks |
| I’m fuckin' on an actress, we makin' movies |
| I’m pullin' out my camera, we shootin' new scenes |
| I’m flexin' stupid on these niggas, pukin' on these niggas |
| Sippin' all this drank, Lord, I’m juicin' on these niggas |
| Got my bitch ballin' hard, Sheryl Swoopin' on these niggas |
| Mind your fuckin' business and stop googlin' on me, nigga |
| I do Tunechi on these niggas |
| Ridin' through the city with a bad bitch with me |
| She wanna know if she can bring her friends |
| But my niggas wanna know if they pretty |
| Yeah, they can tag along |
| Bet you I could tag 'em all |
| With a little loud and some alcohol |
| But I’ma pass 'em off to my niggas |
| Kick 'em out when I’m done, nigga, fuck 'em all |
| Back to the grind |
| I work so hard like I get paid overtime (Work) |
| But when I see the check come deep |
| Run up in the mall, buy the same thing three times |
| Call this foreplay |
| 'Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can hear the panties drop |
| Runnin' up a check get 'em so wet |
| Gotta ball out, call it BowFlex |
| They wanna know how I go so hard but I’m still so young |
| And I’m eatin' so good, and I’m still not done |
| No I ain’t stoppin' 'til I got it all |
| And I’m winnin' 'til it ain’t no room for losin' |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Get cash, get cars, go hard |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Nigga, I don’t ask why you do your job |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I grind sundown to sunrise |
| Don’t tell me to prove it, 'cause I might lose it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Don’t have to tell you, the grind is relentless |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Nigga, that’s my business |
| Even if you say you don’t fuck with it |
| 'Cause you know for my niggas I’ma stay down |
| Stay down, stay down |
| We never trust them bitches, better lay down |
| Lay down, lay down |
| But they never come around when the money out |
| Money out, money out |
| All the same people that ran out |
| Tryna come around for a handout |
| I woke up this mornin', dick rock hard |
| If you lookin' for your woman, she just hopped off |
| If you lookin' for some trouble, ain’t gotta look far |
| I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, «Good Lord» |
| I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, «Good God» |
| These niggas claimin' they thuggin', they know they good boys |
| My niggas call me KG, 'cause I’m the Kush God |
| And my coupe don’t need a key, I’m talkin' push start, push start |
| Ridin' and vibin', ain’t hidin', come find me |
| It ain’t hard to find me 'cause nigga I’m shinin' |
| I ain’t got to tell these boys, they know I’m shinin' |
| I ain’t got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you |
| Fuck with me right now, that’s bad timin' |
| Fatherless children and sad mommies |
| Fuck all this shit they be sayin' 'bout me |
| I’m on that sippin', too damn drowsy for that bullshit |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Get cash, get cars, go hard |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Nigga, I don’t ask why you do your job |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I grind sundown to sunrise |
| Don’t tell me to prove it, 'cause I might lose it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Don’t have to tell you, the grind is relentless |
| I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it |
| Nigga, that’s my business |
| Even if you say you don’t fuck with it, that’s bullshit |
| Mula baby |