What You Doin

[Hook - Quavo] What you doin? Baby what you doin? Ferragamo and Versace, I’m gon wrap you up in Louis (LV) What you doin? Tell me what you doin On Santa Monica boulevard, I got you Jimmy Choo What you doin? (What you doin?) Tell me what you doin? (What you doin?) Baby what you doin? (c’mon) Tell me what you doin? (c’mon) [Verse 1 – Quavo] Come come, come on, come on, asap, asap, right now, pronto Got a Lambo parked outside, you ever seen a Lambo ‘fore? I can take you to go see Gucci, that my CEO I can take you to birthday bash, you standing in front row You a star, at least in my eyes Got an onion booty, want to cry Taking trips, I can’t Dubai She fine, check that’s how we fly Girl, me and you, we’re to tell the world like woah We draped up in 24 carat gold 1017 we won the super bowl She hit the lean, she said she in slow mo Slow mo, slow mo Hop in the Lambo door (Skkrt Skkrt) Leggo, leggo leggo She hit the lean, she said she in slow mo [Hook] [Verse 2 – Takeoff] Key young nigga Versace, princess cut my diamonds Bally, Prada, Gucci, Fendi, Louis, fuck a stylist We fresher than some trident, flyer than your pilot I’m sipping on Activis, you sipping Hypnotiq My bitch is extravagant (she foreign) My whip exotic, I just threw your hundred in apartment in silence Your main bitch in my Delta Lambo fast call it Devin Hester I’m flexing, call me Sylvester Stallone, I keep the chrome I’m on the block, what you need? I got zone, y’all niggas ain’t getting no money Macaulay Culkin, you’re home alone I gave your bitch a molly, she rolling, no stone Got on Gucci, Louis, Fendi but that gas is my cologne [Hook]