Lyrics for Why I Do It by August Alsina :
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Get off my di*k, let me do me
That’s a million bucks, every two weeks
I’m f*ckin’ on an actress, we makin’ movies
I’m pullin’ out my camera, we shootin’ new scenes
I’m flexin’ stupid on these n*ggas, pukin’ on these n*ggas
Sippin’ all this drank, Lord, I’m juicin’ on these n*ggas
Got my b*tch ballin’ hard, Sheryl Swoopin’ on these n*ggas
Mind your f*ckin’ business and stop googlin’ on me, n*gga
I do Tunechi on these n*ggas

[Verse 2: August Alsina]
Ridin’ through the city with a bad b*tch with me
She wanna know if she can bring her friends
But my n*ggas wanna know if they pretty
Yeah, they can tag along
Bet you I could tag ’em all
With a little loud and some alcohol
But I’ma pass ’em off to my n*ggas
Kick ’em out when I’m done, n*gga, f*ck ’em all
Back to the grind
I work so hard like I get paid overtime (Work)
But when I see the check come deep
Run up in the mall, buy the same thing three times
Call this foreplay
‘Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can hear the panties drop
Runnin’ up a check get ’em so wet
Gotta ball out, call it BowFlex
They wanna know how I go so hard but I’m still so young
And I’m eatin’ so good, and I’m still not done
No I ain’t stoppin’ ’til I got it all
And I’m winnin’ ’til it ain’t no room for losin’

[Chorus: August Alsina]
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Get cash, get cars, go hard
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
n*gga, I don’t ask why you do your job
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown to sunrise
Don’t tell me to prove it, ’cause I might lose it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Don’t have to tell you, the grind is relentless
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
n*gga, that’s my business
Even if you say you don’t f*ck with it

[Verse 3: August Alsina]
‘Cause you know for my n*ggas I’ma stay down
Stay down, stay down
We never trust them b*tches, better lay down
Lay down, lay down
But they never come around when the money out
Money out, money out
All the same people that ran out
Tryna come around for a handout

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
I woke up this mornin’, di*k rock hard
If you lookin’ for your woman, she just hopped off
If you lookin’ for some trouble, ain’t gotta look far
I put that di*k in her stomach, she holla, “Good Lord”
I put that di*k in her stomach, she holla, “Good God”
These n*ggas claimin’ they thuggin’, they know they good boys
My n*ggas call me KG, ’cause I’m the Kush God
And my coupe don’t need a key, I’m talkin’ push start, push start
Ridin’ and vibin’, ain’t hidin’, come find me
It ain’t hard to find me ’cause n*gga I’m shinin’
I ain’t got to tell these boys, they know I’m shinin’
I ain’t got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you
f*ck with me right now, that’s bad timin’
Fatherless children and sad mommies
f*ck all this sh*t they be sayin’ ’bout me
I’m on that sippin’, too damn drowsy for that bullsh*t

[Chorus: August Alsina]
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Get cash, get cars, go hard
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
n*gga, I don’t ask why you do your job
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I grind sundown to sunrise
Don’t tell me to prove it, ’cause I might lose it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
Don’t have to tell you, the grind is relentless
I ain’t gotta tell you why I do it
n*gga, that’s my business
Even if you say you don’t f*ck with it, that’s bullsh*t

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Mula baby