What I Doによるコード
Juvenile
Waka Flocka Flame

N/A

キー: F minor

Verse 1
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
B B 
 
C C 
 
Uh, you know, we do this shit.
Em Em 
 
We don't need no motherfuckin'
C C 
 
compliments, man.
B B 
 
We get this ass shot,
that shit we supposed to do,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
cause we some real niggas.
You follow me?
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
B -niggas, ass -fuckin' -nigga, hoe.
C C 
 
Ryan Reams,
that shit we supposed to do.
Cause we some motherfuckin'
real niggas.
Em Em 
 
She a bad bitch,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
supposed to fuck with some real niggas.
C C 
 
I'm good at what I do,
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
I'm at what I do
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
And all my bad bitches,
Bsus4 Bsus4 
 
they'll throw me on next to Memphis
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Love cause they show me
Em Em 
 
I'm good at what I do
C C 
 
And all my real niggas ridin' for me,
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
if we peepin' all you bitches die slowly
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
All the real niggas, they fuckin' with me
Bad bitches, they fuckin' with me
Em Em 
 
In the VIP with my strap on me
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Blowin' gas, sippin' this copper in me
C C 
 
Shoes fendin' my jeans,
huntin' my shirt
Fendin' my buckle fendin'
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
She ain't no fun, crew can't hit her
C C 
 
I fuckin' pass him, ain't cuffin' any
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Believe or  not, no fuckin' Ridley Hood
nigga drivin' this fuckin' Bentley
Don't play no games with
these lame niggas
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Stomp a nigga out if he scuff my titties
Every nigga round me, one hundred
Leave a hundred racks,
Em Em 
 
they won't touch a penny
C C 
 
Bands on me, no twenties, fifties
I'm 100 pockets,
they stuffed for centuries
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
This ain't blocky, a shooter
Damn right,
B B 
 
that's what I'm good at, n***a
You can try me if you want to
G G 
 
C C 
 
Get your shit pushed back, n***a
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Half a ticket on my neck like a dope boy,
B B 
 
lookin' like I cooked that, n***a
Flex! I'm a real jack boy,
C C 
 
G G 
 
C C 
 
caught a n***a slippin' and I took that,
n***a
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I'm good at what I do,
C C 
 
good at what I do
I'm good at what I do,
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
good at what I do
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
And all my bad bitches,
they'll throw me
I don't ask them if it's love,
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
cause they show me
Em Em 
 
I'm good at what I do
C C 
 
And all my real niggas ridin' for me
Em Em 
 
If we peepin', all you bitches die slowly
J -J -Jack LaLanne, I'm flexin'
C C 
 
Real niggas, only my section
Barrick armor, my belt bucklin'
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Handcuffs on me, no arrestin' FN on my waistline,
kiss a fuck, nigga wanna test me
Elm Street, I'm fire,
real real right, nigga, no lefty
Actin' round town,
niggas know,
Em Em 
 
blockin' real street, nigga, name heavy
C C 
 
In the bushes, that choppa, nigga,
Em Em 
 
dressin' all black like Wesley
C C 
 
I'm a rich nigga for some red bottoms,
Em Em 
 
she do anything, she bless me
C C 
 
Have a threesome with two bad bitches,
Em Em 
 
I fuck all of her besties
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I don't smoke gas, no Reggie
C C 
 
B B 
 
If it ain't loud, don't pass it
Real street nigga with a bank account
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
200k on my mattress
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Won't ever change, always stay the same
C C 
 
B B 
 
Only thing that changes is my ad dress
And my standards can't fuck
with basics
Em Em 
 
Bitches can't fuck with
her if she average
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Squad, fuck em, fuck em
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
I'm good at what I do, good at what I do
I'm good at what I do
And all my bad bitches dare throw me,
Em Em 
 
I   don't ask some bitches
C C 
 
love cause they show me
Em Em 
 
I'm good at what I do
C C 
 
And all my real niggas ridin' for me,
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
if we peepin' all you bitches die slowly
G G 
 
C C 
 
I'm good at what I do
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
C C 
 