What You Do To Me (Remix)

What You Do To Me (Remix)
Yeah, baby what you do to me
Let's take a ride baby
Let's take a ride baby
Take a ride with me in my car, don't take it wrong I'm a star
I want you baby go hard, let's take a ride off to Mars
Couple hate you baby, I made it
Everybody left you, I'll take you
You backed out of relations, and we ain't got a relation baby

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
Take a ride off in my car, don't take it wrong I'm a star
I want you baby go hard, let's take off to Mars
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
Change your life, change your life
Type of shit that I do
Make you fall in love
Type of shit that I do
You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs
You make me feel like I'm on top of the world
Need a ni*** like Durk yeah
We could start a family, OTF yeah
He be off lean, still work me out
In that good pu***, good stroke yeah
All you bitches mad I came thru
And I locked it down, I hold it down, I got you baby
That's right, whoa, whoa
Real rider, coupe rider sider
Yeah that's my baby, I don't need no other driver
Don't need cash, I just bought Balenciaga's
He a savage, I love everything about him like...

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
Take a ride off in my car, don't take it wrong I'm a star
I want you baby go hard, let's take off to Mars
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
I don't sip Henny, so it's me, lean, and you
Like f*** on my niggas, you f*** with a savage
So I'm gon' crazy, they f*** wit you
Me, you, no others cool
Dej Loaf, baby I want you
Truth or dare so it's true
Wanna blow that pu*** like a flute
I'm wanna lean on it
Rap or sing on it
Put a ring on it, no Beyonce
We could be like Kim and Kanye
Except you could be my fiancé
Balenciaga's, you could have the Jordan's
My show money, you can't afford it
Real shit, ain't just recording
Just made 200 off of tourin'
These bitches basic, they boring
Fake girls, I love those fibbers
She takin' singles, I blew it
And I can't wife these hoes, and she know it
She wantin' relations and I'm all for it
Baby what you do to me

What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me
What you do to me, baby what you do to me
Take a ride off in my car, don't take it wrong I'm a star
I want you baby go hard, let's take off to Mars
Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby
What you do to me, what you do to me, baby