DJ Infamous - Somethin Right lyrics

rate me

ft. Big K.R.I.T., Yo Gotti

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking

The bank love me, I must be doing something right

I heard the law was watching, they can’t stop it

They won’t catch me, I must be doing something right

Something right, something right, something right

I must be doing something right

Something right, something right

This shit here ain’t over night

I must be doing something right

My nigga said “get money” so I did it

Gotta block that I don't talk about that shit expensive

Bitch, I’m pimping on the daily basis, gotta love it

Haters talk this shit, the gun get hot, I’m out in public

Fuck these haters and these hoes, nigga, that’s how I feel

Ain’t no resting with my goals, nigga, that shit for real

Bitch, I’m fresher than grandmama’s biscuits, out the oven

MC Hammer, too legit to quit, they can’t touch me

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking

The bank love me, I must be doing something right

I heard the law was watching, they can’t stop it

They won’t catch me, I must be doing something right

Something right, something right, something right

I must be doing something right

Something right, something right

This shit here ain’t over night

I must be doing something right

This that old Gotti flow, ‘04, ten years ago

They were talking platinum plaques on records, I was talking blow

KRIT, what it is? What I live nigga, pistol packing

Robbing every day 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 nigga ill, going for the kill

Five million on a crib just shut down live

I’mma keep these niggas talking

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking

The bank love me, I must be doing something right

I heard the law was watching, they can’t stop it

They won’t catch me, I must be doing something right

Something right, something right, something right

I must be doing something right

Something right, something right

This shit here ain’t over night

I must be doing something right

Balling out in my city, drop the top and I pop the doors

Tailor made, my nigga, gotta catch a flight just to shop for clothes

This ain’t a game, my nigga, although I’m winning on another level

Couldn’t dig it with a bulldozer, remote control

Or 30 hoes, 30 pimps, 30 shovels like damn

Valet service like, “man, who the artist?”

Valet car parading these kind of blades you can barely park ‘em

Now straighten up, straighten up, straighten up, straighten up

These niggas shells so I'll give em' hell

The very minute I’m waking up ‘cause

I heard them haters talking, them hoes fucking

The bank love me, I must be doing something right

I heard the law was watching, they can’t stop it

They won’t catch me, I must be doing something right

Something right, something right, something right

I must be doing something right

Something right, something right

This shit here ain’t over night

I must be doing something right