Lyrics You Do - Derek King

You Do

Catch me at your job on a weekday
Got me paying whatever the door fee say
You need more than a dollar bill
Know you want them Gucci and them Prada heels
You gon have to bust it open just to keep it real
Got me committed to that thang don’t need no deal
Hypnotize, hypnotize, when you on the pole
I’m dreaming I’m in them thighs
Got me blown all my money but it’s alright
I’m knowin you just bad and nigga just paid a price
But it’s all good okay, a nigga aint come here to play
No I don’t need change, throwin dollar bills watch em fall down your face
Girl this ain’t no work day, this a work day
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
No ones around girl it’s just me and you
If I’ma get sprung, girl fuck it
It’s not like I ain’t see it comin
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
Fuck it up how you do, do, do…
Fuck it up baby just how you used to
I’m into you baby and I won’t use you
No darling, baby thats not my usual
Who you stalling
How you got me it’s pathetic, I regret it
Got me thinkin marriage, when’s the wedding?
Ice you up it’s flawless on the carrots
Ride around the town in horsey carriage
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
No ones around girl it’s just me and you
If I’ma get sprung, girl fuck it
It’s not like I ain’t see it comin
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
Fuck it up how you do, do, do
Fuck it up how you do, do, do…