Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin´ up my cash, actin´ like money ain´t a thang, yeah (yeah)

I´m speedin´ down this fast lane, stuntin´ and they mad cause they cant, yeah
I´m feelin´ like a can´t lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em´ it´s what I do (its what I do)
It´s what I do, hey, it´s what I do

Everywhere I go they show me love, so I give it back
Throw a couple stacks up in the air cause I´m gonna get it back
See somethin´ sexy up in here, I´m gonna bring it back
They keep on runnin´ back, they keep on comin´ back

Everybody knows CB, see me, sittin´ in the front row, player

Stuntin´ with my J´s on, and it´s all for them haters, yeah
We get into that crunk boy, yo money to long boy, we do this for fun boy.

I be throwin´ up my cash, actin´ like money ain´t a thang, yeah (yeah)
I´m speedin´ down this fast lane, stuntin´ and they mad cause they cant, yeah
I´m feelin´ like a can´t lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em´ it´s what I do (its what I do)
It´s what I do, hey, it´s what I do

Nanana, nanana, nanana, nananaah
Nanana, nanana, nanana, ey ey it´s what I do

Single once again, I´m bout to go where I never been
Gone with the wind, cause that other ish irrelevant.
We can get it in, I mean get it in
And I got stamina so don´t forget to bring a friend

Nah bring ten, but they gotta be tens
Now that´s a hunt of them, let the runners in, yeah yeah
So I give it like an elegist, my CD´s selling out you ain´t married to the girl you should´ve been

I be throwin´ up my cash, actin´ like money ain´t a thang, yeah (yeah)
I´m speedin´ down this fast lane, stuntin´ and they mad cause they cant, yeah

I´m feelin´ like a can´t lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em´ it´s what I do (its what I do)
It´s what I do, hey, it´s what I do

Nanana, nanana yeah, nanana, nananaah yeah
Nanana, nanana yeah, nanana, ey ey it´s what I do

I keep cash on me, no black cards
They don´t know what them is, I deal with hood brauds
There´s a knife on me, that´s no iPod, you want my watch homie gimmie five bricks for it
I got the Maserati, I had to lick for it, we all luv to talk, that´s what I paid for it
He say I bought fleet, and I luv mine, four brauds with me, and all of ´em dimes

Six chains on me, and all of ´em shine
I got my bread right, feel like I´m 6´9
Ain´t just hot mine, I´m hot in every city, she want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy with me

I be throwin´ up my cash, actin´ like money ain´t a thang, yeah (yeah)
I´m speedin´ down this fast lane, stuntin´ and they mad cause they cant, yeah
I´m feelin´ like a can´t lose
And when they ask me bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell em´ it´s what I do (its what I do)
It´s what I do, hey, it´s what I do

Nanana, nanana, nanana, nananaah
Nanana, nanana, nanana
It´s what I do