Do The Damn Thing Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

Look, I can see them niggas stuntin' 

To this right now, not now, but right now 

Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea, look, lo-lo-look 

Look, lo-lo-look, look, look 

It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks 

Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks 

Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' it sick 

I'm heard of on the southern side, I pluck through it quick 

I been one of them boys since way back when 

This is way before a nigga brought gray plaques in 

So if I spray Mac-10's, bet you niggas lay back then 

Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz 

Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny 

I keep a pocket fulla, do the damn thang money 

I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne dunny 

So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey 

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These pimps just better have a Gothic for me 

I got them hoes starin' like they got a problem with me 

I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me 

I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me 

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze 

So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes 

Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang 

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny 

Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money 

Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang 

My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room 

We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room 

Let me show you what I stand fo' 

Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me commando 

On that Remy Martin, nigga matter of fact 

I ain't Fat Joe but I can make 'em lean back 

Save your ammo, don't waste it 

Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the matrix 

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Jeans strapped and ya better dip 

Carvin' 15, got six clips 

Pillsbury nigga, got a lotta dough 

Call me Boston George, got a lotta blow 

They place orders, so I bake cakes 

I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight 

You see the diamonds in my damn chain 

It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang 

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze 

So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes 

Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang 

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny 

Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money 

Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang 

You waitin' instead of participatin' with them boys 

You skatin' on them 22, datin's like them boys 

I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys 

I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit 

They see a nigga stones look sick and I gotta stack 

Of singles in my hand, that's phone booth thick 

'Cuz I'm so hood rich that I'm no good bitch 

And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch 

And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter 

Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter 

My style fit with her, I tell her you don went left 

Now you need to go right like a switch hitta 

I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the six with her 

So I'm in a mix with her, forty four six with her 

And I'm higher than a motherfucker 

But a nigga try then he gon' die in this motherfucker 

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze 

So fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes 

Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang 

A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny 

Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money 

Hey, do the damn thang, oh do the damn thang