[Intro: Drake]

I do this for ya'll, man

Malice, Nickelus F – it's the remix!

[Verse 1: No Malice]

Lights slow motion, steppin' out the Phantom

All eyes on me, peekin' and glancin'

Leanin' on the wall, with b-boys dancin'

Ears, neck, and wrists lookin' like the king's ransom

One chick, each arm, makin' it a tandem

Flat here costing' like fifty grand standard

Bottles poppin', cars wit' options

We livin' like kings, homie, you just watchin'

And I'm a show for ya, marble flo' for ya

And that thing in the driveway, came with the spoiler

I ain't bluffin', cop jewels off the Russian

Diamonds in the Jesus, look like he's blushin'

Miami breezes, we cross seasons

Escaped indictments – thank you, Jesus

Y'all haters ain't even got a clue

While we get this paper, and that's how we do

[Bridge]

R-E U-P G-A-N-G

R-E U-P G-A-N-G

[Chorus: Drake]

Stance on lean, leg up on the wall

My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball

I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all

You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall

But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do

Do's what you do's, I do what I do

Stance on lean, leg up on the wall

My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball

I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all

You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall

But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do

Do's what you do's, I do what I do

[Verse 2: Drake]

Check, the verses I'm writing, you might wanna learn it

You hatin' my song but your wife wanna burn it

So now you at the store for some blank CDs

You can't see me, for your sake, might wanna return it

'Cause, if you bring them discs home to ya girl, she'll forget you

And I'll be the only one she concerned with

To the people that ignored me before this

This one is for you as a song re-recorded

Funny thing is, you just noticed me now but I was here all along

Your vision's just been distorted

I'm so throwed, I live this, you ask me what the business?

And I write a sixteen and report it

The waiting is over, I think music need it

Drake cuttin' his records without gettin weeded

People in the South want it chopped and screwed, I got this, dude

They expectations, I've exceed it

Like a singer with only backgrounds, ya'll record and

When it's done, ya lyrics tend to mislead ish

Finally here, I'm a star with the timing

My swagger is chill, and my flow is reclining

This for anybody that's searchin' for cash, and purchasing fast

You only get the dough when you grindin'

And so I grind like I'm listening to I Wayne

My pain, you can experience through the rhyming, boy!

[Chorus: Drake]

Stance on lean, leg up on the wall

My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball

I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all

You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall

But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do

Do's what you do's, I do what I do

Stance on lean, leg up on the wall

My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball

I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all

You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall

But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do

Do's what you do's, I do what I do

[Verse 3: Nickelus F]

Ugh! Do what you do and I does what I does

These chicks love me, they say "Boy, you’re clean-cut for a thug"

You should see the stampede when we rush in the club

It’s like a offensive foul, how they running to us

Charge all their drinks on that Platinum Card

Lord, I got ‘em hooked like the back of a bra

Ugh, man, I am, like Sam I Am

I get the green, plus the eggs and ham

And a pen, for any beef trying to approach us

Let the sucker burn, I don't even flip 'em over

Nickelus F teamed with Drake, now you mad as hell

Ain’t seen a better looking union since Gabrielle

Well, I'm hot as hell and I don’t even need a stylist

Spit the infernal like the Real World Challenge

V.A. – Nickelus F, Push, and Malice

You’re running up our animals like white boys that cow-tip

Everybody know cats from the South the wildest

I ain’t gotta use a fist, slap you with the callous

[Chorus: Drake]

Stance on lean, leg up on the wall

My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball

I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all

You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall

But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do

Do's what you do's, I do what I do

Stance on lean, leg up on the wall

My people they chill, while you haters wanna ball

I'm satisfied with a little, while you haters want it all

You waiting for the Spring, and I'm gettin' it in the fall

But uh, do what you do what you, I do what I do

Do's what you do's, I do what I do