Lyrics Do What I Wanna - Yella Beezy

Pre-Chorus:

"Nigga why hatin?
Nigga I'm gettin money tell me nigga why you hatin?
Outchere gettin money nigga tell me why you hate.
Nigga gettin money tell me why these pussies hate me."

"Yea I got money so I do what I wanna,
Iced the chain, diamonds dripping like water,
Mixed matched designer, Gucci shirt and Ferragamo,
Nigga ridin round wit a bad prima dona,
Nigga I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,
I do what I wanna,
Nigga I do, I do, I do, I do, I do,
I do what I wanna,

Nigga I got money so I do what I want to,
Sippin this drank got me eating a bunch of junk food
Seeking for some?, I'm just waitin for them to come through,
Cousin bought a rolly I say fuck it I want one too,
Told em imma stunt, guess these niggas ain't hearin me,
Nigga spittin gyzm all in your bitch ear piece,
Only want brown, so don't bring me nothin clear please,
Goin to the mall we gon ball that's a sure thing,
Fuckin with the best baby I'm just bein honest,
Ya ex had his run but I been on a lil longer,
Big?, whole house lit furnace,
Stuntin everyday cuz ain't none of this promised,
Shittin on these niggas, god dammit I rule,
I spent a couple bands on my pants and my shoes,
Married to the money say,?
Surrounded by the real baby I cannot lose,

Momma good, out the hood, cop a jug, pockets full, check,
Imma jug like I should, imma do it for my family yes,
Gucci belt to my left, killers there, nigga don't get wet,
My niggas with me yea they gettin everybody bout a damn check,
Rockin shows, boppin hoes, climb the pole, bust it down to a split,
Imma tip her keep on strippin,
Bitches bitches but I ain't tripping bout shit,
If I like her imma wife her, if she trifle she gone get dissed,
Nigga my weed man from overseas man, nigga we rich,
A thousand blue countin up in Miami,
Nigga making plays in my room from the balcony,
Say I'm gettin money nigga ain't no other route for me,
Big four feeple for these pussy niggas after me,