Look Ma, I'm Doing It - Zakeel

Hold on, hold on, alright 1-0-1-7 Baby Racks, Baby Racks (Baby Racks) Racks (Long Money Wop) I'm loaded, Baby Racks (loaded) (Honcho on the beat) Go You trippin', do it to 'em They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (it's Gucci) They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (yeah) Go I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (yeah) They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (mama) My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt) These niggas had counted me out (nah) Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (ha) I don't know what that's 'bout I keep them bands in a drought (bands) They comin' in, comin' out (yeah) Bitch, I look like I'm a dollar sign You don't see that, then you colorblind I get the money ahead of time These niggas green like a dandelion Play with my money, get penalized These niggas poppin' on Facebook Live We used to go in on three-fives I can go snatch my own P now Your bitch get snatched like a rebound Don't got no time for no handouts I'm the one you shouldn't play 'round I been a boss, this ain't overnight High as a Delta flight Hundreds be older than Betty White Diamonds be shinin' like city lights Playin' with sticks like it's Fisher-Price This shit get scary like poltergeist Baby Racks, yeah, that's my copyright Pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight Say he want smoke, then it's on sight We just gon' pop up with no invite Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter Got stripes like Adidas These niggas be singin' like Keisha I need me a bitch just like Gina I'm selfish as fuck, I keep buyin' two-seaters I'ma just fuck on her, you can still keep her I'm just sellin' dope like it's legal Might just go get a white beamer Havin' more spots than a cheetah Drop a deuce, that's that Regeta I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt) These niggas had counted me out Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (yeah) I don't know what that's 'bout (nah) I keep them bands in a drought They comin' in, comin' out (huh?) I'm so rich, can't call me trick if I pay up I used to trap out a room in Decatur (skrrt) All in Las Vegas, wave "Hi" to the haters (hi) My outfits is tailored, big tippin' the waiter (wow) I'm comin' trim, like it come with the Trina Out on the yacht with no shoes, rockin' Lennon (yeah) Industry niggas be actin' like bitches Too feminine, I'd rather collab with women When I got on, I put folks in position I had a vision, started in the kitchen My hustle relentless, the purest intentions Woke up in Simi Valley with no picket fences (damn) I can not stop 'til I run up a billion I'm tryna stack these M's up to the ceilin' (damn) I'm at the top, but I come from the trenches Big Mama look down, be like, "Gucci, you did it" (mama) I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout I don't know what that's 'bout (nah) I keep them bands in a drought They comin' in, comin' out (bands) My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn't nothin So I'ma just marry the money Me and Ben Franklin got something in common I might propose with a bag full of hundreds Say he got P's, well, I need me a dozen I might just go put 'em all in the oven Watch how them racks come back, lookin' so lovely Money the only topic in discussions You know all my bitches exquisite I'm tryna go get it Might just take your bitch to Spondivits My pockets be looking like spinach All of my cars, they be tinted So you cannot see who in it They tryna fuck up my image Bitch, I'm Pablo in the city I might just come with a fifty I cannot stop 'til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (yeah) They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (mama) My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt) These niggas had counted me out (nah) Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (ha) I don't know what that's 'bout I keep them bands in a drought (bands) They comin' in, comin' out (yeah)

When a good thing goes bad It's not the end of the world It's just the end of a world That you had with one girl And she's the reason it happened But she's overreacting And it's all because she Don't want things to change So cry if you need to But I can't stay to watch you That's the wrong thing to do Touch if you need to But I can't stay to hold you That's the wrong thing to do Talk if you need to But I can't stay to hear you That's the wrong thing to do 'Cause you'll say you love me And I'll end up lying And say I love you too But I need someone different You know it, oh-ho, you know it Oh-ho, you know it, we both know it I need someone different You know it, oh-ho, you know it Oh-ho, you know it, we both know it Something's been missing You know it, oh-ho, she knows it Oh-ho, I know it, we all know it I need someone different (Oh-ho, oh-ho) We live in a generation of, not being in love And not being together But we sure make it feel like we're together 'Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else So cry if you need to But I can't stay to watch you That's the wrong thing to do Touch if you need to But I can't stay to hold you That's the wrong thing to do Talk if you need to But I can't stay to hear you That's the wrong thing to do 'Cause you'll say you love me And I'll end up lying And say I love you too But I need someone different You know it, oh-ho, you know it Oh-ho, you know it, we both know it I need someone different You know it, oh-ho, you know it Oh-ho, you know it, we both know it Something's been missing You know it, oh-ho, she knows it Oh-ho, I know it, we all know it I need someone different (Oh-ho, oh-ho)