"Do U Potna" lyrics - T.I.

I'm a do me

I'm a do me

You niggas talkin' cane
But they pockets clean
We spendin money, gettin' money, nothin' in between
Chasin a hundred mil, ain't gon let nothin' intervene
Respect the hustle busters gon do that by any means
Haters I really mean
Put this on anything
They say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish things
Just like some dental cream
I go in niggas mouth
And like a limousine, I stretch a nigga out
This ain't what you want now you better take a different route
I ain't Bankhead? bitch nigga what is this about
Used to bound when you see me oh we dissin now?
Ay stop the music listen dude I come get wit you now
But once them hammers sing
Just know it's not a dream
We handle things just like
You hear 'em sayin' that about me, hear I'm sayin' this
New orleans niggas in ya face, you wasn't sayin' shit
Money you say you get
30 mil in six years? listen Forbes put down for 20, that was this year
And let's get this clear, just between you and me
That apology was BET not for DTP, I'm doin' me

You just do you
And I'm do me
You just do you
I'm do me

If you ain't
Talkin' bout money you ain't talkin' bout shit
You wasn't on the waitin list and you ain't ridin' in shit
You pick a watch that cost a 100, then you wasted yo time
If you think you can do me you out yo mutha fuckin' mind
Lets go
These niggas insane, yeah straight fooled

A half a million dollar car and some house shoes
Call the dealership... like y'all tricked me
Then why the hell you put my engine where my truck be
I'm throwin' franklins... I don't need ones
Smoke a pound every week like I don't need lungs
Buy 'em whole sale and sellin retail
I'm talkin' seafood... yeah fish scales
I said I'm so hot... but my house cool
So many rooms that it look like a high school
Speakin' of high school... I never passed that
Works right here... now where da cash at?

You just do you (and what)
And I'm do me (ay)
You just do you (and what)
I'm do me (ok)
Wanna see how its done
Then watch me do me (ay)
Wanna see how its done
Then watch me do me (yeah)

I'm the big homie... get use to me
You suckas ain't even close to what I used to be
You imaginary rappers swear to GOD that you moved a key
While y'all swore to me... I know y'all ain't street
I gets MONEY... everyday dawg
I leave you stinkin in the trap well that's my grave yard
I tried to figure if you mel gibs or nasty nas
I wanna know where these rappers got this brave hearts
'Cause that yak-up tear apart any size heart
So you suckas click-clack about playin' wit GOD
You rappers need to stick yo thumb out and take a hike
I see more man... in a full dike
Fuck what you like... this ain't a blind date
You tryna read like a blind, you gotta feel yo way
Watch me nigga I'm eat till I'm obese
I'm mr. cocane now watch me do me