Artist: Fat Trel f/ Tracy T Album: Gleesh (Mixtape) Song: What We Doing Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: Fat Trel] Squad Famous, what you know Just kidding Think I'm crazy Going crazy Think I'm crazy Going crazy Think I'm crazy Going crazy Think I'm crazy Going crazy [Verse 1: Fat Trel] Look, okay, I'm thinking about Copping them choppas And taking it to Tea and them house And leaving em out And shoot em for hours Then hop in the shower Fuck me a bitch I'm ugly and rich If you let me I'll probably just fuck and forget As real as it gets I'll take me a trip I'll play with a brick I'm crazy as shit I don't give a fuck You lazy as shit I see why you broke You sleeping the most I'm up and I leave I go with the breeze I cock and squeeze I do it with ease I make her believe My paper is green The fuck do you mean? I stay with them hundreds Addicted to money Your bitch trying to fuck But me, I just laugh Cause that shit funny Cause me, I don't want it She see why I'm stuntin' I started with nothing My bread, it was crumbin' I was robbing the public It really was nothing But back to the subject I'm a younging with money So I pop me a molly I smoke dro by the onion I knew it was comin' I knew it was you who be doing the stuntin' You never was pumpin' Why the fuck is you bluffin' You never was pumpin' Why the fuck is you bluffin' But you never was pumpin' [Chorus: Fat Trel] Got some old thots that I can't forget about (forget about) Real niggas, can't forget about em (forget about em) I say she know me, show me love, I wouldn't doubt it (doubt it) If she let me fuck, I'm a get the money out her (money out her) Now what I'm counting? (hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (she sucking dick) What we doing? (we hitting licks) Now what I'm counting? (hundred thousands) Where we at? (Trump Tower) What she doing? (she sucking dick) What we doing? (we hitting licks) [Verse 2: Tracy T] Niggas with bullets while riding in hoodies and [?] Getting that dope money Street money, I get, I get it And flip it, and send it It's bringing me more money Smoking them Dutches and filling my lungs up with Cali I'm plotting on getting the mail Look at my ears, there's ice on my ears Look at your ears, it's not like your ears Bad bitch, I am [?] gold digger (gold digger) Making money too, might as well roll with em Cause that's how it goes, Maybach murder game You get murdered for change So stay off the road, or just stay in your lane I'm feeling the [?] I'm bagging up gold, just got a truckload They got me a ho, my Roly is gold I pull up in a Rolls, pull off in a Ferrari You hating? I'm sorry Now it's back to the thousands The money is piling, I came from the violence So niggas is wilding, and now cause I need it Naw, nigga you keep it I"ll go get it myself My gun in my belt, I'm drinking top shelf Cooking dope like a chef, got stripes like a ref So bitch nigga step, I'm shooting [?] Got dope on my left, hit you right with them sales It's all for the cause [Outro: Fat Trel] I think I'm crazy, cause sometimes I think about Going crazy, run up in a nigga house I see police sometimes I think we going down So many haters (that's) why my clip a hundred rounds [Chorus]