[Chorus: Big KRIT]
I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethinâ right
I heard the law was watchinâ, they canât stop it
They wonât catch me, I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right, somethinâ right
I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right
This shit here ainât over night
I must be doing somethinâ right
[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
My n***a said âget moneyâ so I did it
Gotta blot that alpaca partner, that shit expensive
Bitch Iâm pimpinâ on a daily basis, gotta love it
Haters talk that shit, but duck and hide, Iâm out in public
Fuck these haters and these hoes, n***a, thatâs how I feel
Ainât no restinâ with my goals, n***a, that shit for real
Bitch Iâm fresher than grandmamaâs biscuits, out the oven
MC Hammer, too legit to quit, they canât touch me
[Chorus: Big KRIT]
I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethinâ right
I heard the law was watchinâ, they canât stop it
They wonât catch me, I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right, somethinâ right
I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right
This shit here ainât over night
I must be doing somethinâ right
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
This that old Gotti flow, â04, ten years ago
They were talking platinum plaques on records, I was talking blow
KRIT, what it is? What I live n***a, pistol packinâ
Robbinâ everyday to pay the bills, shit real in the field
I tell it how it is, five for a hundred grand it up on a mil
Young n***a ill, going for the kill
Five million on a crib, just shut down LIV
Iâmma keep these n***as talkinâ
[Chorus: Big KRIT]
I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethinâ right
I heard the law was watchinâ, they canât stop it
They wonât catch me, I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right, somethinâ right
I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right
This shit here ainât over night
I must be doing somethinâ right
[Verse 3: Big KRIT]
Ballinâ out in my city, drop the top and I pop the doors
Tailor made my n***a, gotta catch a flight just to shop for clothes
This ainât a game my n***a, although Iâm winning on another level
Couldnât dig it with a bulldozer, remote control
Or 30 hoes, 30 pimps, 30 shovels like damn
Bottle service like âman, who the artist?â
Valet car parading these kind of blades you can barely park âem
Now straighten up, straighten up, straighten up, straighten up
These n***as shells, so I'll give em' hell
The very minute Iâm waking up âcause
[Chorus: Big KRIT]
I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking
The bank love me, I must be doing somethinâ right
I heard the law was watchinâ, they canât stop it
They wonât catch me, I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right, somethinâ right
I must be doing somethinâ right
Somethinâ right, somethinâ right
This shit here ainât over night
I must be doing somethinâ right