Lyrics to What U Doing

(INTRO LEAD IN)

We go harder than you use to doing all the thangs we choose to

Man I'm all about my pesos so the money move when I say so

And you probably use to haters,

But around me they gets no love

This Htown that's Inglewood and it's brought to you by Fabalon

(CHORUS)

If you aint bout this paper what you doing

(What you doing huh?)

Cause I be getting money all the time

(I be getting money)

Yeah I be getting money all the time

(I be getting money)

Yeah I be getting money all the time

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(VERSE ONE)

First things first ni**a

Faba-lon for ever

Two

I will never ever be no lame a** ni**a

Three

Maybe if you was smarter you would get on my level

My get get bread agenda is certified, we winners

Sideline ni**a aint in it,

Intended for the real ni**as out her pushing the frontline

It's rack time

So I get back to the money

Homegirl Chell told me focus

Think them ni**as round you phony

So I'm, up all night till the morning

Treating my bread like my tenderoni

Two steps ahead of ni**as really on it

So in the morning, that's four step ahead of these fake ni**as

Getting no younger aint no time to be waiting ni**a

Don't lie to me ni**a if you aint down

You aint down,

I get it, I respect dat sh*t, but don't sweat that sh*t

See you at the top of the mountain

When you get there,

I'll be with a bad chick,

Feeling on my dick hairs,

Pissed about the stones I lost,

Out my writs wear, who going tell me something

Cause I feel like I done done it for the whole

Damn city and I'm ready

Racks on, racks on heavy

Fabalon yeah we on baby

(And I know them boys sick)

Once the album drop, single pop then oh sh*t!

Show you how to do it,

Show you I'm the man or the closest thing to it

Fu*k boy, kill yaself,

(What you waiting on! )

(CHORUS)

If you aint bout this paper what you doing

(What you doing huh?)

Cause I be getting money all the time

(I be getting money)

Yeah I be getting money all the time

(I be getting money)

Yeah I be getting money all the time

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(VERSE TWO)

Nah,

I can explain it to you play boy,

I just know what I know what I know

Get that urge to get paper and I go,

All my get bread ni**as they know,

It's dat feeling it's da glow

It's dat fu*k out of here ni**a we aint got time to be talking about broke

We aint got time to be talking about slow

We aint got time to be talking about no

It's F-A-B-A-L-O-N Life

And it you aint down kill yoself twice

And I meant that disrespect (NICE! )

We gone keep on doing that same sh*t

That got us popping in the first place

Now we hotter than a flame pit

H-Town all day bitch,

(And you know it)

Still pop surround, still holding

Still double up pouring purp

Still in the mix hit licks get Yurp!

All of my gangsta,

All of my playas,

Still getting money, ducking the haters

Sucka for lovers nucka can't fade us

Still here, still till, still getting paper

So um, watch me, while I work,

Fabaloning doing my dirt

Man I know you see me shinning and it hurt

Boys talk down, but I kept tight work

Where I'm from tuff tongue get boys put to sleep but

E-Thugs talk tuff when they out of reach,

But you gets fu*ks up running into me

(CAUSE it's FABALON BABY YEAH! )

(CHORUS)

If you aint bout this paper what you doing

(What you doing huh?)

Cause I be getting money all the time

(I be getting money)

Yeah I be getting money all the time

(I be getting money)

Yeah I be getting money all the time

X2