do what you want Songtext
von DDG

Do what you want
You do what you want
When you got
Do what you want
Hey

Fly to the bag and I get it and go
Mobbing in Paris, just me and a bro
Pop me a bean and I freak on a ho
Buying whatever I see in the store
Open up Chase, I keep seeing it grow
Say they want hits, I drop three in a row
I′m not a saint, but I'm in Saint Laurent
When you got millions, you do what you want
You do what you want, do what you want


When you got millions, you do what you want
You do what you want, do what you want
When you got millions, you do what you want
When you got millions
Hmm
When you got millions, you do what you want

Only pop out in designer
My motion don′t got a timer
Where is your bitch? You can't find her
She sucking the dick, I might sign her
I fuck with the baddest, if she ain't got motion
And she call my phone, I decline her
I′m smoking the gas, it′s beating my ass
But fuck it, I wanna get higher
Think I'm addicted to smoke
This weed is fucking my lungs up
What it feel like to be broke?
I don′t know because my funds up
Fuck on that bitch, she get soaked
I got ten freaky hoes on a boat
All this ice on my neck, I need coat
Thought I fell off, these niggas is slow


Fly to the bag and I get it and go
Mobbing in Paris, just me and a bro
Pop me a bean and I freak on a ho
Buying whatever I see in the store
Open up Chase, I keep seeing it grow
Say they want hits, I drop three in a row
I'm not a saint, but I′m in Saint Laurent
When you got millions, you do what you want
Let's do it, do what you want

When you got millions, you do what you want
Let′s do it, do what you want
When you got millions, you do what you want
Do what you want, do what you want
When you got millions, you do what you want
Do what you want
When you got millions, you do what you want

Hop out the Lamb', I lift up the door
I bless a bitch like she got a cold
I'm from the North, the trap wasn′t slow
Jakes at the door, knocking like it′s Jehov'
This one unique, with watches, a pro
Patek Philippe, this one is the rose
Don′t care if you're deep, this Glock is a fourty
Two hundred a piece, each ear is a boulder
Give me my flow, niggas bite like a cobra
Chopper, the backseat, the bulletproof Rover
You better shoot it if you ′bout to tote it
Young nigga crash out in stolen Corollas
Van Cleef, she want the four leaf clover
AP skeleton, the one I order
Gsix, we on a flight across water
Goyard filled to the top, it's a quarter

Fly to the bag and I get it and go
Mobbing in Paris, just me and a bro
Pop me a bean and I freak on a ho
Buying whatever I see in the store
Open up Chase, I keep seeing it grow
Say they want hits, I drop three in a row
I′m not a saint, but I'm in Saint Laurent
When you got millions, you do what you want
Let's do it, do what you want

When you got millions, you do what you want
Let′s do it, do what you want
When you got millions, you do what you want
Do what you want, do what you want
When you got millions, you do what you want
Do what you want
When you got millions, you do what you want