Wut We Doin? Lyrics - 2 Chainz

What we doin'? 

What we doin'? 

What we doin'? 

What we doin'? 

Gettin' to it 

Gettin' to it 

Gettin' to it 

Gettin' to it 

What we doin'? What ya doin? 

What we doin'? What ya doin? 

What we doin'? What ya doin? 

What we doin'? 

Gettin' to it 

Gettin' to it 

Gettin' to it 

Gettin' to it 

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I am gettin' to the money 

Crocodile dundee 

VIP at the bank, I can go on Sunday 

At the strip club, two girls in front of me 

Bend over hut one, hut two, hut three 

Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt 

Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo 

Every time you see me takin' photo after photo 

At the red light nigga photo after photo 

Stretch to impress, snow on my chest 

I don't like her if she got a 'fro between her legs 

I'm a real nigga, and bitches like real 

So you is what I ain't and it is what it is 

Photos 

Woah kemosabe, smokin' is my hobby 

Woah kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby 

Woah kemosabe, I'm matter in the lobby 

Then I took her to my room and I got that sloppy toppy 

No matter what I'm doing, no matter where I'm going 

I am so far ahead I'll see you niggas in the morning 

Two chains on my first chain started cloning 

If I die tonight I got a bank roll on me 

Versace, cheese on my broccoli 

Gold rollie on all you watchin' all my watches 

Stretchin' out like pilates 

Wash it in my condo, suicide doors 

Rest in peace to my car door 

Look, I am gettin' to that paper ma I'll see you later 

Let the top back all you see is gator 

Bad bitch with me got my name on her 

She got the five purse pussy got the change on her 

All I do is fuckin' rap and rap and fuck some groupies 

Fuck her with the camera rollin' make a fuckin' movie 

Everywhere I go I'm strapped got that fuckin' tooly 

Shout out to all my niggas in the hood, every city that I roll I'm gucci 

Whole team with me, spinnin', two liter sprite, OZs in it 

Double cuppin' then double up got another chick she want to come for lunch 

Got a best friend I made her roll up the blunts, don't do that check and 

let the ho get choosin' 

South side nigga, ho we coolin'