I Do - Chris Brown, Yo Gotti, Waka Flocka Flame

I’m doin' me

And you should do you

Why you worried 'bout me

You need to worry 'bout you

I’m-I'm doin' me

And you should do you

Why you worried 'bout me

You need to worry 'bout you

Yeah boy I do

And you should do you

Yeah boy I do

And you should do you

Yeah-yeah boy I do

And you should do you

Why-you-why-you worried 'bout me

You need to worry 'bout you

Yeah boy I do

Act-act-act-act a damn fool

Ball and I talk shit on every cut I do

(Yeah boy I do)

Dr-dress like it’s my duty

The stitchin' in the pants

Match the brown in my Gucci

(Ya-ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)

Blow-blow-blow one before court

Then pull up on your block in the new four door Porsche

(Yeah-yeah boy I do)

Talk-talk business on my cellular

Smoke a lot of weed

And make money on the regular

(Yeah boy I do)

Be-be-be-be about mine

Take my cars to the club in a single file line

(Yeah boy I do)

Windy City campaign

Fuck the orange juice

I mix the 'Tron with the champagne

(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)

A hundred thousand for the watch

A hundred thousand for the car

A couple thousand for the Glocks

(Yeah boy I do)

Get-get nice I do

See the way the outfit match up with ice I do

St-st-stay fuckin' with the crooks

Peel the backwood

And mix the sour diesel with the kush

(Yeah boy I do)

Smoke-smoke out my perimeter

This Benz is so-so sick

That they gonna have to take my temperature

(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)

Stay flooded like a star

Make the color of the diamonds

Match the color of the car

(Yeah-yeah boy I do)

Play-play a G-shock

If I’m in the club

I got on the AP watch

(Yeah boy I do)

Stay-stay sippin' on the Goose

Then throw twenties

At the thickest one in here that’s gettin' loose

(Yeah boy I do)

The da-the damn thing soon

As I get up in the motherfuckin' champagne room

(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)

Range Rover white body

White 24 Vellano’s

While you sittin' on Asanti

(Yeah boy I do)

The tr-truck candy blue

Suede interior

Killin' 'em with the strut I do cuz

No-nothin' less than stackin' dollars

And I stay lookin' fresh

In nothin' less than Parish and Prada

(Yeah boy I do)

I’m only fuckin' with ya boss

I ain’t gotta break it down

I just get it all off

(Ya-ya-ya-yeah boy I do)

Ma-ma-move-move with alarm

I’m not a shark in the water

I’m a school of piranha

(Yeah boy I do)

In the Maybach on my iPad

Shut the curtain on the haters

Whenever I ride past