What Da Fuck Lyrics

This thing of ours
Got me driving sports cars 200 miles per hour
Parked outside of 5-star hotel lobbies
Drunk models leaving the bar legs all wobbly
Bitch choose 'fore you lose, get a chance at excitement
This how life get, when you pilot with the owners
The ones who set prices

Bringing that green sticky cactus to your cypher
I won't pass it, don't even bother asking, this for my jet lifers
Never dyers, chevy riders, front liners want the finer, things designer
My best bitches get flights to London, ticket to Madonna I ain't even coming
I'm 2012 Rolex Regatta, St. Thomas buying diamonds for my momma
Put that on my momma, that's gonna look so good on my momma
When I put that on my momma, and so continues the saga
Another day another dollar, another club night, another 40 popped bottles

Them bitches bought they own, we ain't even have to buy 'em
Andretti Corleone Jet Life Fly Mafia
Smell my cologne I'm smelling like a big deal
Heavy profit, smelling like don't trip homeboy I got it
Smelling like deep pockets, higher than a helicopter
Spit that ignorant shit but I deliver it so proper
You couldn't see me with binoculars, church homie gospel
Impossible to do it bigger than me we go colossal
Talking money out here and I'm digging like I'm looking for fossils
Triple OG some y'all niggas too childish, can't eat round me'
Bring them little boys to McDonalds they playing
What da fuck
We pull V12 engines into private parking lots, by way of secret entrance
We in the building now, rooftop never been up here huh?
You can't come through alone without somebody from my set to vouch for you homes
Take it all in love, you around some grown men
The chosen know when the going get tough
The tough roll up and keep right the fuck going

Champagne pouring every morning, celebration god kept us we made it
He ain't let them haters take us
He gave us another 24 hours to scour after that paper
A tower where I lay up
Lil mama in that Jet Life monogram towel applying makeup
For wherever the day may take us

Skybox suite catered, Clippers versus Lakers
Los Angeles vacation, a lil work a lil playing
I'm saying.....what the fuck

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Off Curren$y’s Free EP, Here, “What Da Fuck” has Spitta rhyming over Jay-Z’s “Bring It On”. Like Hov did in the original version, Spitta spits nothing but fly shit.

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Release Date
February 5, 2012
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