دانلود آهنگ Why I Do It
از August Alsina

This a Hood Famous production (three, two, one, go)
Get off my dick, let me do me
That’s a million bucks every two weeks
I’m fuckin’ on an actress, we makin’ movies
I’m pullin’ out my camera, we shootin’ new scenes
I’m flexin’ stupid on these niggas, pukin’ on these niggas
Sippin’ all this drank, Lord, I’m juicin’ on these niggas
Got my bitch ballin’ hard, Sheryl Swoopin’ on these niggas
Mind your fuckin’ business and stop googlin’ on me, nigga
I do Tunechi on these niggas
Ridin’ through the city with a bad bitch with me
She wanna know if she can bring her friends, all my niggas wanna know if they pretty
Yeah, they can tag along, bet you I could tag ’em all
With a little loud and some alcohol
But I’ma pass ’em off to my niggas, kick ’em out when I’m done, nigga, fuck ’em all
Back to the grind (grind), I work so hard, like I get paid overtime (work)
But when I see the check come deep, run up in the mall, buy the same thing three times
Call it foreplay ’cause when the hos see me shop, you can hear the panties drop (drop)
Runnin’ up a check get ’em so wet (wet), gotta ball out, call it BowFlex (uh)
They wanna know how I go so hard but I’m still so young
And I’m eatin’ so good, and I’m still not done
No, I ain’t stoppin’ ’til I got it all
And I’m winnin’ ’til it ain’t no room for losin’ (three, two, one, go)
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Get cash, get cars, go hard
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Nigga, I don’t ask why you do your job
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown to sunrise
Don’t tell me to prove it, ’cause I might lose it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Don’t have to tell you the grind is relentless
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Nigga, that’s my bidness
Even if you say you don’t fuck wit’ it
‘Cause you know for my niggas I’ma stay down, stay down, stay down
We never trust them bitches, better lay down, lay down, lay down
‘Cause they never come around when the money out, money out, money out
I’ve done seen people that ran out (ran), tryna come around for a handout (uh-huh)
I woke up this mornin’, dick rock hard
If you lookin’ for your woman, she just hopped off
If you lookin’ for some trouble, ain’t gotta look far
I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, “Good Lord”
I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, “Good God”
These nigga claimin’ they thuggin’, they know they good boys
My niggas call me KG, ’cause I’m the Kush God
And my coupe don’t need a key, I’m talkin’ push start, push start
Ridin’ and vibin’, ain’t hidin’, come find me
It ain’t hard to find me ’cause nigga I’m shinin’
I ain’t gotta tell these boys, they know I’m shinin’
I ain’t gotta tell my goons, “Turn up”, they bother you
Fuck with me right now, that’s bad timin’
Fatherless children and sad mommies
Fuck all this shit they be sayin’ ’bout me
I’m on that sippin’, too damn drowsy for that bullshit (three, two, one, go)
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it (yeah)
Get cash, get cars, go hard (I’m on that)
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it (I’m on that)
Nigga, I don’t ask why you do your job (I’m on that sippin’, too damn drowsy for that bullshit)
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown to sunrise (I’m on that)
Don’t tell me to prove it (I’m on that)
‘Cause I might lose it (I’m on that sippin’, too damn drowsy for that bullshit)
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it (I’m on that sippin’, too damn drowsy for that bullshit)
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Don’t have to tell you (ay), the grind is relentless
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I’m on that sippin’, I’m on that sippin’ (nigga, that’s my bidness)
I’m on that sippin’, too damn drowsy for that bullshit (even if you say you don’t fuck with it, that’s cool)
Mula baby