Why I Do It - August Alsina, Lil Wayne

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