What I Do Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Juvenile)

[Intro]
Uh, you know
We do this shit
We don't need no mothafuckin' compliments, man
Nigga get his ass shot, that shit we supposed to do cause we some real niggas
You follow me?
Beatin' niggas ass, fuckin' niggas hoes, ridin' rims
That's shit we supposed to do
Cause we some mothafuckin' real niggas
She a bad bitch, she supposed to fuck with some real niggas

[Chorus: Juvenile]
I'm good at what I do (good at what I do)
I'm good at what I do (good at what I do)
I'm good at what I do (good at what I do)
I'm good at what I do (good at what I do)
I'm good at what I do (good at what I do)
And all my bad bitches, they'll do me
I don't ask them if it's love cause they show me
And all my real niggas ride for me
If we beefin', all you bitches dying slowly

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
All the real niggas, they fuckin' with me
Bad bitches, they fuckin' with me
In the VIP, with my strap on me
Blowin' gas, sippin' this cup of Remy
My shoes Fendi, my jeans (?)
My shirt Fendi, my buckle Fendi
She ain't no fun, crew can't hit her
I fuck and pass 'em, ain't cuffing any
Believe it or not, no fucking really
Hood nigga driving this fuckin' Bentley
Don't play no games with these lame niggas
Stomp a nigga out if he scuff my tennys
Every nigga round me 100
Leave a hunnid racks, they won't touch a penny
Bands on me, no twenties, fifties
Just hundreds, pockets they stuffed with centuries
They say Flocka, he a shooter
Damn right, that's what I'm good at nigga
You can try me if you want to
Get your shit pushed back, nigga
Half a ticket on my neck like a dope boy
Lookin' like I cooked that, nigga
I’m a real jack boy
Caught a nigga slippin' and I took that, nigga