Carrect - Been Doin' My Thang (feat. D-Bando) Lyrics

She want that check, that mean she want Carrect, she want my sex
Say f*ck her ex, her pussy wet and i ain't f*ck her yet
Real nigga from head to toe, ain't gotta talk, she know i am
I grind hard, get no sleep, my dollar bills got holograms
You haters say that I lucked up, I'll f*ck up if I give a damn
I graduated from being broke, you niggas pissed shit hit the fan
Real bitches and niggas wit' me, I'm showin' out for my whole clique
I made hoes dance for tha money, they turnin' up to my old shit
To nobody I owe shit, I gained weight 'cause I tote shit and you know this
Glock ready for hoe shit, I don't miss
Come carrect my slogan, real niggas get chosen
She on my dick and don't know me, introduce the bitch to my homies
I pull up, walk through the door and they waitin' on me
I'm feelin' good, ain't worried bout a hoe hatin' on me
Salute the dj jus' for sayin' my name homie, play a few of my hits
Walk through wit' my main homies, been doin' my thang homie
I was broke, I'm gettin' money now
Flexin' in my section wit' my money out
Standin' on the sofa screamin' f*ck yo' couch
The owner try'na turn me down, he gotta kick me out
Never conversate wit' f*ckniggas, gray benz wit' the chrome pistol
F*cked her good, niggas never feel us
They on our dick 'cause they know the realest
Whip the foreign 'til I sprain my wrist
Twenty bands on my yellow wrist
Alotta' these niggas is really pussy, on the 'gram niggas talkin' hella' shit
We do it big nigga, eat steak, I'm lookin' good like I move weight
Runnin' Through hoes, larenz tate, all they get is dick & a mixtape
F*ck wrong wit' these hoes, you talkin' bread, i want a loaf
Clean clothes watch em' fold, I see you snitched, you a mole
F*ck no, ain't no calming down
Treat them hoes like they bowling pins, line em' up & I knock em' down
Bendin' corners wit carrect, when you see us, come carrect
Fifth ward nigga baby, I'll die for my respect
I pull up, walk through the door and they waitin' on me
I'm feelin' good, ain't worried bout a hoe hatin' on me
Salute the dj jus' for sayin' my name homie, play a few of my hits
Walk through wit' my main homies, been doin' my thang homie
I was broke, I'm gettin' money now
Flexin' in my section wit' my money out
Standin' on the sofa screamin' f*ck yo' couch
The owner try'na turn me down, he gotta kick me out
No bodyguard, so I gotta' tell a hoe back off, I'm that raw
Get to trippin' I'm jumpin' in for my lil' nigga, bro that's law
Waves all in my baldfade, I'm lookin' good when I'm showin' out
Big bottles for hydration, I'm feelin' good til' i pass out
In v i p we turnt up, no sittin' down
The club owner like when the f*ck he gon' get down
I'll make deal, you really want me to quit now, jumpin' all in yo' shit
Play a few of my hits now, you get it now
Roll up and inhale, it don't matter what spot we in
Pregame in the parkin' lot, I'm strollin' I'm wit' a big glock and a hot ten
I'm smuggling tha' strap when I walk in tha' club
My nina grindin' on me, I pray she don't buss' a nut
I'm wit' tha' shits like bubble guts, we celibate, don't f*ck wit' us
Last nigga came wit' tha' drama, we ironed em' out, made em' hang it up
No time to be buddied up on instagram, so cut tha' stuff
They takin' pics & taggin' us, now let me get to my partybus
I pull up, walk through the door and they waitin' on me
I'm feelin' good, ain't worried bout a hoe hatin' on me
Salute the dj jus' for sayin' my name homie, play a few of my hits
Walk through wit' my main homies, been doin' my thang homie
I was broke, I'm gettin' money now
Flexin' in my section wit' my money out
Standin' on the sofa screamin' f*ck yo' couch
The owner try'na turn me down, he gotta kick me out