What You Been Doin

[Hook] [x2] What you been doin'? Working, racking, flexing on purpose Pull up, that Maybach swerve Sippin' on syrup Who got them birds? I got them birds I'm looking for somewhere to serve Give me the word, these bitches they get on my nerves! [Verse 1] Bitches, they get on my nerves Cause of the trap I got birds The Rollie it cost me a vert Came from the bottom, the dirt I just might put all my chains on Flexing on purpose it ain't wrong Still sippin syrup outta styrofoam Bitches I fuck then they goin' home! All of my niggas still trapping Your bitch disappearing, no magic Racking and stacking the paper I'm Rich, I got too many haters Hoes they fucking and doing no talk Sipping the syrup in the morning Young Rich Nigga, I am not sorry I'm flexing on purpose, I bought a Bugatti [Hook] [x2] [Verse 2] Addicted to chasing the cash I'm thanking the lord I ain't mad Thinking bout' shit I ain't had Now I got plenty of racks Now I got cars in garage Bitches they know I'm a star I got a brick on my arm 30 my Rollie and charm Where the fuck was you when I was locked up? Now I'm flexing, walking around with my wrists up They asking me what I been doing The money it's coming it's moving I think that I'm hurting their feelings We not the same cause I'm different Fuck it I'm dropping the ceiling Young nigga been chasing the millis [Hook] [x2]