You Do - Derek King

Catch me at your job on a weekday

Got me paying whatever the door fee say

You need more than a dollar bill

Know you want them Gucci and them Prada heels

You gon have to bust it open just to keep it real

Got me committed to that thang don’t need no deal

Hypnotize, hypnotize, when you on the pole

I’m dreaming I’m in them thighs

Got me blown all my money but it’s alright

I’m knowin you just bad and nigga just paid a price

But it’s all good okay, a nigga aint come here to play

No I don’t need change, throwin dollar bills watch em fall down your face

Girl this ain’t no work day, this a work day

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

No ones around girl it’s just me and you

If I’ma get sprung, girl fuck it

It’s not like I ain’t see it comin

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

Fuck it up how you do, do, do…

Fuck it up baby just how you used to

I’m into you baby and I won’t use you

No darling, baby thats not my usual

Who you stalling

How you got me it’s pathetic, I regret it

Got me thinkin marriage, when’s the wedding?

Ice you up it’s flawless on the carrots

Ride around the town in horsey carriage

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

No ones around girl it’s just me and you

If I’ma get sprung, girl fuck it

It’s not like I ain’t see it comin

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

Fuck it up how you do, do, do

Fuck it up how you do, do, do…