Lyrics Do It - Yung Sauce

I was trappin', making music
Pull out them racks since you know how to do it
Niggas gon' copy my swag, how I do it
Bitch, what I do, I don't care how you view it
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move
Fuck nigga mad, I been bussin' his bitch
Came from the bottom, I dug out the shit
It's time to turn up, it's time to get rich
It's time to roll up and blow down this bitch
I got the sauce, I got the swag
I got the sauce, I got the swag
It's time to slam on the motherfuckin' gas
These niggas, they cappin', these niggas, they hat
I run up them racks, take a look at my past
Got a few hundred some songs in my drafts
Told this bitch I was a rapper, she laughed
Pull out them racks, watch this bitch come on back
I love to beat up my motherfuckin' bag
This bitch tried to beat up my motherfuckin' bag
No, you can't do that, can't reach in my bag
No, you can't do that, can't be where I'm at

Baby, don't be mad
Better get some money, cause you need that
Bitch, I got a bean for your fiend ass
And I got some weed for your mean ass
I just want some money, I don't need ass
Bitch, I got blue, got green cash
Bitch, I got blue, got pink cash
I'ma get money, I need that
I'ma get money, I need that

I was trappin', making music
Pull out them racks since you know how to do it
Niggas gon' copy my swag, how I do it
Bitch, what I do, I don't care how you view it
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it
Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move
Fuck nigga mad, I been bussin' his bitch
Came from the bottom, I dug out the shit
It's time to turn up, it's time to get rich
It's time to roll up and blow down this bitch
I got the sauce, I got the swag
I got the sauce, I got the swag
It's time to slam on the motherfuckin' gas
These niggas, they cappin', these niggas, they hat
I run up them racks, take a look at my past
Got a few hundred some songs in my drafts
Told this bitch I was a rapper, she laughed
Pull out them racks, watch this bitch come on back
I love to beat up my motherfuckin' bag
This bitch tried to beat up my motherfuckin' bag
No, you can't do that, can't reach in my bag
No, you can't do that, can't be where I'm at