Lyric

Don’t do nothing stupid

Don’t do nothing foolish

Trying to keep my cool but

I keep playing with

My shooter (Shooter)

Talk like a recruiter boy

You better check tone (Tone)

Talking like you Ludacris

And never make it home (Home)

Cuz I know that money

Be calling me (True)

Ops will always follow me

Rich, you know I got to be

Like I won the lottery

Throw it in the air like

I really don’t care

Because I really don’t care

And it really ain’t fair

(Lets go, ayyy, yea)

(Shuffle, go on and make it work

(I said)

Move it slow

On ya toes

Get down

Get down

Get down low

(Tell me)

Stop and freeze

On my knees

Get down

Get down

Get down low

Run I can’t look back (Back)

Run like a high school

Track star (Track)

That boy fast so fast

Like a NASCAR crash

Blew up on the asphalt (Woah)

That boy bad but

It he good (True)

That boy nice but

He still still rude

That boy speaking them facts boy

Got it all back

No rim or backboard