Do What I Gotta Do Lyrics - Detroit - Big Sean

Lil Bitch, Money, Money. 

I've been working too hard 

Finally Famous in this 

Baby do what you got to do, do what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, Baby do what you got to do 

For the shit that you gotta have, shit that you gotta have 

Do what you gotta do, for the shit that you gotta have 

We out here, grinding, shining 

If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying 

If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

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Pop, pop, pop, pop that, whoa 

Do everything except stop that, Hold up 

All of that ass I can't grab it 

You might as well be a fat bitch 

Boy I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, getting sloppy toppy 

While I'm rolling kamikaze 

Skeet, skeet, swear I made the pussy fire hydrant 

She up and down the pole, like she, like she fire fighting 

Bitch I'm finally famous, I do, I do what I want 

The money, money, sex, money in the air, with an aroma 

Swear I got her head banging, banging, might be in a coma 

Walk up to the baddest bitch and tell her that I own her 

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Baby do what you got to do, do what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, Baby do what you got to do 

For the shit that you gotta have, shit that you gotta have 

Do what you gotta do, for the shit that you gotta have 

We out here, grinding, shining 

If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying 

If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

T killer, big game, gorilla 

I'm the one, pull up, like Billups 

Two hoes, score them like a fucking fillup 

Asian bitches, Wu Tang give them rhythm 

Oh really, milli vanili, faking with me 

Bet she lift that ass up high like she hit a wheelie 

In the club, be in the back like 

Niggas pretending to be me, and that shit don't offend me 

I'm about my business and this bitch is temporary 

I don't give them love, try February 

Money committed, swear this shit be married 

I get that cake, cake, cake, then I pop a cherry 

Baby do what you got to do, do what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, Baby do what you got to do 

For the shit that you gotta have, shit that you gotta have 

Do what you gotta do, for the shit that you gotta have 

We out here, grinding, shining 

If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying 

If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do 

Do what you got to do, what you got to do