[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I do my thang, you ain't got no red stripes on your kicks

I do my thang, you ain't got no Audemar on your wrist

I do my thang, you don't walk around with stacks on deck

Looking flyer than a pilot put your diamonds on your neck

I do my thang, you ain't got no red stripes on your kicks

I do my thang, you ain't got no Audemar on your wrist

I do my thang, you don't walk around with stacks on deck

Looking flyer than a pilot put your diamonds on your neck

I do my thang!

[Verse 1: Oschino]

Gucci hat to the Gucci sneaks

Gucci watch to the Gucci belt

Wear a lot of Gucci cause it make the bitch's coochi melt

Ya I do my thang I stay on bread just like a tuna melt

Phantom door, suicide like that shit gon' shoot itself

Diamonds diamonds in my chain

Dollars dollars on my mind

Money in my pocket got that patent leather Prada shine

Play the cut like iodine

Laughing in my cutest coupe

Coming through the hood killing shit just like the funeral

O to the schi nigga you know me

I'm flyer than a bird move some birds on T

Been an og I've been getting guap

All the money can't fit in no Timberland

I won't stop 'til I cop a house as big as your project block

Plus I like to shop a lot so I got to get this guap

Grind grind all the time 24/7 365

I think I'm going blind cause all I see is just a dollar sign

Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar signs

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I do my thang, you ain't got no red stripes on your kicks

I do my thang, you ain't got no Audemar on your wrist

I do my thang, you don't walk around with stacks on deck

Looking flyer than a pilot put your diamonds on your neck

I do my thang, you ain't got no red stripes on your kicks

I do my thang, you ain't got no Audemar on your wrist

I do my thang, you don't walk around with stacks on deck

Looking flyer than a pilot put your diamonds on your neck

I do my thang!

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

I be on some shit ya I do my thang

Ask your hoe about me ya she know my name

She say I'm the shit cause my flow is flames

And she report to me I call her Lois Lane

And I'm her Superman ain't no telling what coupe I'm in

I swoop up in, in a souped up Benz

Twenty-two dark rims, what you do nothing

Puffing on that kryptonite I'm gon' feel them lift tonight

If she don't suck my dick alright I just tell that bitch get nice

You ain't got no red stripes on your kicks

Them diamonds they look like a red light to a bitch

Make her stop, freeze, and everything's a go

We got that purple by the pound we got that work all by that O

You already know, this gon' ball the Audemar the way it glow

I keep them stacks in my pocket and that's all just for your hoe

Now let's go, that's when she stay

When it's light camera action

Pussy so wet and slippery I need traction

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I do my thang, you ain't got no red stripes on your kicks

I do my thang, you ain't got no Audemar on your wrist

I do my thang, you don't walk around with stacks on deck

Looking flyer than a pilot put your diamonds on your neck

I do my thang, you ain't got no red stripes on your kicks

I do my thang, you ain't got no Audemar on your wrist

I do my thang, you don't walk around with stacks on deck

Looking flyer than a pilot put your diamonds on your neck

I do my thang!

[Verse 3: Oschino]

Drop top, flip flop, big knot, Chris pop

Broke is just a joke and I ain't feeling like Chris Rock

Clocking like a a wrist watch that Lambo make a bitch stop

She be hypnotized, hypnotized like I'm Big Pop

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]

Like you Big Pop well I'm like Shakur

I just dick her down I don't wife the whore

She say that I'm cool smoother than velour

I let her mop me off like she trying to wipe the floor

Money over bitches is all I know

Much as I trap and hard as I go

Bitches I fucked and the money I spun

I do my thang you already know

You already know, it be me my nigga Oschi

I'm Pradaed down he be double G'ed

That's why your bitch been fucking him and me

[Verse 5: Oschino]

I don't know what you been told

But the money too thick that shit don't fold

My flow is hot my wrist is cold

My strip is hot like an oven stove

Do my thang nigga I suppose

Money on [?] is all we know

We do our thang you ain't know, you ain't know

[Outro: Meek Mill]

I do my thang!