Hey
Couldn't care less
About a thing u have to say
I'm a youngin' getting paid
In my bag, that's where I stay
Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay
In the booth, I never sleep.
I stay stacking up the G's
Call me Curry, shooting deep
You a joke, you a hoax
You a fan of gettin' sweeped
I don't know, go for broke
Don't just f*cking look at me
Yeah I get it, but I don't
Shit ain't simple as it seems
I ain't never going home
I'm too busy counting cheese
Yeah
I can not lie
They been waitin' on ya boy to flop
That will not happen
(Nope)
Been in the game for a minute
And I can not stop
Like a runny nose
You need a napkin
You mad cause you is a has-been.
I'm on the beat I be mackin'
Momma was mad I was sagging
I got the money, I'm young
I'ma go run up a sum
I walk around with that drum
I do not do this for fun
Now, don't go and try this at home
What good is having 2 phones?
Why this bitch giving me dome?
I run a team, call me Jerry Jones
I am so bad to the bone
(Bad to the bone)
Had to go get on my owns
(Get on my owns)
She said she like my cologne
(Like my cologne)
When in Vegas when in Rome
(Rome)
I bet you don't like my tone
(Tone)
Mad cause I'm counting my dough
(Dough)
I bet you don't like my tone
Mad cause I got on my owns
(Got on my owns, bitch)
Couldn't care less
About a thing u have to say
I'm a youngin' getting paid
In my bag, that's where I stay
Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay
In the booth, I never sleep.
I stay stacking up the G's
Call me Curry, shooting deep
You a joke, you a hoax
You a fan of gettin' sweeped
I don't know, go for broke
Don't just f*cking look at me
Yeah I get it, but I don't
Shit ain't simple as it seems
I ain't never going home
I'm too busy counting cheese
Yeah
Raining on everything
Make it tropical
You cannot touch me
Martellus Bennett
Stealing inception
Wit' yo' bitch on the same plate
This not no play date
You stuck on that Nae Nae
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Through Thursday
Friday
Everyday is my pay day
Always been bumping and grinding, aye
Always been shining and styling, aye
How could it be?
I never had me an ex
Relationship with my checks
Stand then address the attack
Shark attack
Collecting the breeze from the East Coast
Mans retarded, you not about it
Outfit unavailable
Only worn it once
Overexposed, you only live once
Call me Lil Uzi, I do what I want
Do what I want
Do what I want
Do what I want
Do What I Want (feat. Sway Lit) Video (MV)
Performed By: Brice Haiden
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Brice Pendergraff, Deontre Jackson
Brice Haiden - Do What I Want (feat. Sway Lit) Lyrics
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English
Hey
Couldn't care less
About a thing u have to say
I'm a youngin' getting paid
In my bag, that's where I stay
Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay
In the booth, I never sleep.
I stay stacking up the G's
Call me Curry, shooting deep
You a joke, you a hoax
You a fan of gettin' sweeped
I don't know, go for broke
Don't just f*cking look at me
Yeah I get it, but I don't
Shit ain't simple as it seems
I ain't never going home
I'm too busy counting cheese
Yeah
I can not lie
They been waitin' on ya boy to flop
That will not happen
(Nope)
Been in the game for a minute
And I can not stop
Like a runny nose
You need a napkin
You mad cause you is a has-been.
I'm on the beat I be mackin'
Momma was mad I was sagging
I got the money, I'm young
I'ma go run up a sum
I walk around with that drum
I do not do this for fun
Now, don't go and try this at home
What good is having 2 phones?
Why this bitch giving me dome?
I run a team, call me Jerry Jones
I am so bad to the bone
(Bad to the bone)
Had to go get on my owns
(Get on my owns)
She said she like my cologne
(Like my cologne)
When in Vegas when in Rome
(Rome)
I bet you don't like my tone
(Tone)
Mad cause I'm counting my dough
(Dough)
I bet you don't like my tone
Mad cause I got on my owns
(Got on my owns, bitch)
Couldn't care less
About a thing u have to say
I'm a youngin' getting paid
In my bag, that's where I stay
Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay
In the booth, I never sleep.
I stay stacking up the G's
Call me Curry, shooting deep
You a joke, you a hoax
You a fan of gettin' sweeped
I don't know, go for broke
Don't just f*cking look at me
Yeah I get it, but I don't
Shit ain't simple as it seems
I ain't never going home
I'm too busy counting cheese
Yeah
Raining on everything
Make it tropical
You cannot touch me
Martellus Bennett
Stealing inception
Wit' yo' bitch on the same plate
This not no play date
You stuck on that Nae Nae
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Through Thursday
Friday
Everyday is my pay day
Always been bumping and grinding, aye
Always been shining and styling, aye
How could it be?
I never had me an ex
Relationship with my checks
Stand then address the attack
Shark attack
Collecting the breeze from the East Coast
Mans retarded, you not about it
Outfit unavailable
Only worn it once
Overexposed, you only live once
Call me Lil Uzi, I do what I want
Do what I want
Do what I want
Do what I want
Couldn't care less
About a thing u have to say
I'm a youngin' getting paid
In my bag, that's where I stay
Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay
In the booth, I never sleep.
I stay stacking up the G's
Call me Curry, shooting deep
You a joke, you a hoax
You a fan of gettin' sweeped
I don't know, go for broke
Don't just f*cking look at me
Yeah I get it, but I don't
Shit ain't simple as it seems
I ain't never going home
I'm too busy counting cheese
Yeah
I can not lie
They been waitin' on ya boy to flop
That will not happen
(Nope)
Been in the game for a minute
And I can not stop
Like a runny nose
You need a napkin
You mad cause you is a has-been.
I'm on the beat I be mackin'
Momma was mad I was sagging
I got the money, I'm young
I'ma go run up a sum
I walk around with that drum
I do not do this for fun
Now, don't go and try this at home
What good is having 2 phones?
Why this bitch giving me dome?
I run a team, call me Jerry Jones
I am so bad to the bone
(Bad to the bone)
Had to go get on my owns
(Get on my owns)
She said she like my cologne
(Like my cologne)
When in Vegas when in Rome
(Rome)
I bet you don't like my tone
(Tone)
Mad cause I'm counting my dough
(Dough)
I bet you don't like my tone
Mad cause I got on my owns
(Got on my owns, bitch)
Couldn't care less
About a thing u have to say
I'm a youngin' getting paid
In my bag, that's where I stay
Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay
In the booth, I never sleep.
I stay stacking up the G's
Call me Curry, shooting deep
You a joke, you a hoax
You a fan of gettin' sweeped
I don't know, go for broke
Don't just f*cking look at me
Yeah I get it, but I don't
Shit ain't simple as it seems
I ain't never going home
I'm too busy counting cheese
Yeah
Raining on everything
Make it tropical
You cannot touch me
Martellus Bennett
Stealing inception
Wit' yo' bitch on the same plate
This not no play date
You stuck on that Nae Nae
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Through Thursday
Friday
Everyday is my pay day
Always been bumping and grinding, aye
Always been shining and styling, aye
How could it be?
I never had me an ex
Relationship with my checks
Stand then address the attack
Shark attack
Collecting the breeze from the East Coast
Mans retarded, you not about it
Outfit unavailable
Only worn it once
Overexposed, you only live once
Call me Lil Uzi, I do what I want
Do what I want
Do what I want
Do what I want
Writer: Brice Pendergraff, Deontre Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid