DYSBF! - Intellectual

[Intro: All]

(HOTBOY)

Go, go, go, go

GT in this ho (Huh)

All your friend's is faux

Go, go, go, go

GT, head to toe

All your friend's is faux

[Verse 1: SWIM]

I'm fly as a feather, you're tired as leather

Rain dance, I change up the weather

It's rainin', it's pourin', I'm scoring forever

(Who do you want?)

Britney or Heather?

I cannot decide between Ruby or Tiffany

You making music and we making history

Can't understand just what losing you did to me

Making me sick, only equipped to get rich

Nigga, that's it, uh

That's it, that's it, that's it

We gon' get rich, huh, that's it

That's it, that's it, that's it

Yeah, we gon' get rich, huh, that's it

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, yeah

I'm on yo shit, yeah

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it

[Chorus: All]

Do your shit (Go), best friend, do your shit (Go)

[Verse 2: TJOnline]

I told you last year that I'm done with the flexing

I don't like to call it, I don't even text it

I'm down in Atlanta, I'm down at the Metro

I'm shootin' the - (shhh) yeah that shit confidential

I'm happy, I'm lucky, I'm blessed, I'll admit it

I'm hot as some magma, I'm hot as a skillet

I'm hot as a businessman neck when his mistress

Is hitting him saying she's willing to spill it

I bossed up, I don't wanna boss, hmm

I don't want a car, want a hundred cars, hmm

I don't want a dollar, wanna cut checks, hmm

I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard

Hmm, yeah, hmm, yeah, hmm

I don't want a card, I want a MasterCard

Hmm, yeah, hmm, yeah, hmm

I don't want a card, I want a -

[Chorus: All]

Do your shit (Go), best friend, do your shit (Go)

Do your shit (Go), best friend, do your shit (Go, go)

[Verse 3: Jadagrace & TJOnline]

Hello, it's Jada, I'm paid as a Laker

I hate on a hater, my pocket demeanor

Is greener than nature, I move like the mayor

Or heir of the Queen, Jada in there

I'ma air out the scene (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa)

Shit isn't fair, I don't care, what you mean?

When I wake up, I get straight to the cream

It's very routine, really I'm playin' around

Your nigga dig me, he stay in the ground

They treat your girl like I play in The Crown

Call up the block and they layin' you down

(Can you lay on the ground for me?)

I stay in a sound

I'm not your bitch, I don't stay in the pound

Stay in the yard, I don't play on the ground

I'm in your face, play with me now

[Chorus: All]

Do your shit, best friend, do your shit (Go)

Do your shit (Go), best friend, do your shit (Go)

Do your shit, best friend, do your shit