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[Hook:]

What we doin’?

What we doin’?

What we doin’?

What we doin’?

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

What we doin’? What ya doin?

What we doin’? What ya doin?

What we doin’? What ya doin?

What we doin’?

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

I am gettin’ to the money

Crocodile dundee

VIP at the bank, I can go on Sunday

At the strip club, two girls in front of me

Bend over hut one, hut two, hut three

Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt

I put Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo

Every time you see me takin’ photo after photo

At the red light nigga photo after photo

Stretch to impress, snow on my chest

I don’t like her if she got a ‘fro between her legs

I’m a real nigga, and bitches like real

So you is what I ain’t and it is what it is

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Woah kemosabe, smokin’ is my hobby

Woah kemosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

Woah kemosabe, I’m matter in the lobby

Then I took her to my room and I got that sloppy toppy

No matter what I’m doing, no matter where I’m going

I am so far ahead I’ll see you niggas in the morning

Two chains on my first chain started cloning

If I die tonight I got a bank roll on me

Versace, cheese on my broccoli

Gold rollie on all you watchin’ all my watches

Stretchin’ out like pilates

Wash it in my condo, suicide doors

Rest in peace to my car door

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cap.1]

Look, I am gettin’ to that paper ma I’ll see you later

Let the top back all you see is gator

Bad bitch with me got my name on her

She got the five purse pussy got the change on her

All I do is fuckin’ rap and rap and fuck some groupies

Fuck her with the camera rollin’ make a fuckin’ movie

Everywhere I go I’m strapped got that fuckin’ tooly

Shout out to all my niggas in the hood, every city that I roll I’m gucci

Whole team with me, [?] spinnin’, two liter sprite, OZs in it

Double cuppin’ then double up got another chick she want to come for lunch

Got a best friend I made her roll up the blunts, don’t do that check and let the ho get choosin’

South side nigga, ho we coolin’

[Hook]

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[Hook:]

What we doin’?

What we doin’?

What we doin’?

What we doin’?

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

What we doin’? What ya doin?

What we doin’? What ya doin?

What we doin’? What ya doin?

What we doin’?

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

Gettin’ to it

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

I am gettin’ to the money

Crocodile dundee

VIP at the bank, I can go on Sunday

At the strip club, two girls in front of me

Bend over hut one, hut two, hut three

Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt

I put Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo

Every time you see me takin’ photo after photo

At the red light nigga photo after photo

Stretch to impress, snow on my chest

I don’t like her if she got a ‘fro between her legs

I’m a real nigga, and bitches like real

So you is what I ain’t and it is what it is

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Woah kemosabe, smokin’ is my hobby

Woah kemosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

Woah kemosabe, I’m matter in the lobby

Then I took her to my room and I got that sloppy toppy

No matter what I’m doing, no matter where I’m going

I am so far ahead I’ll see you niggas in the morning

Two chains on my first chain started cloning

If I die tonight I got a bank roll on me

Versace, cheese on my broccoli

Gold rollie on all you watchin’ all my watches

Stretchin’ out like pilates

Wash it in my condo, suicide doors

Rest in peace to my car door

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cap.1]

Look, I am gettin’ to that paper ma I’ll see you later

Let the top back all you see is gator

Bad bitch with me got my name on her

She got the five purse pussy got the change on her

All I do is fuckin’ rap and rap and fuck some groupies

Fuck her with the camera rollin’ make a fuckin’ movie

Everywhere I go I’m strapped got that fuckin’ tooly

Shout out to all my niggas in the hood, every city that I roll I’m gucci

Whole team with me, [?] spinnin’, two liter sprite, OZs in it

Double cuppin’ then double up got another chick she want to come for lunch

Got a best friend I made her roll up the blunts, don’t do that check and let the ho get choosin’

South side nigga, ho we coolin’

[Hook]

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