conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Know What I’m Doin’ with the following description: Track number 8 on Birdman and Lil Wayne’s collaborative album Like Father, Like Son. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah, yeah, yeah
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Started with a nick, then I seen a hundred bricks
  Started on a corner, now a nigga 106
  Heroin and quinine, you can't quiet mine
  I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
  You know I gotta shine, you just bezzle yours
  I fifty-carat mine, I'm fuckin' several whores
  When you hear the (Brr), you know I got the sack
  'Cause when I hit the (Brr), he always got the packs
  M-I-Yayo, I'm gettin' cake, ho
  If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke
  Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece
  A grand for the bitch, the whip is not a lease
  You know I'm stuntin' hard, Phantom in the front yard
  Put Ross on the front just to front hard
  Cash Money, money comin' on freight liners
  Cash Money, got me buyin' these great diamonds [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah, yeah, yeah
  [Verse 2: Birdman]
  We got the swine with the suede on top
  The money keep a-comin', nigga, peep the drop tops
  The white keep cookin', and the beige raw rock
  And we flip the whole bird, mama cookin' out the pots
  Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock
  Untangle few knots, but we still flood the blocks
  Them niggas poppin' shit, but they know we stay cocked
  And if they ever play with me I'm gettin' another teardrop
  Two-fifty on the grill, spent the same on the watch
  Them hoes see us winnin', so you know they gon' flock
  I bought another island wit' them foreign headlights
  I scored a hundred birds, and they flew the same night
  Them laws keep a-watchin', so we shinin' so bright
  Got the tags on the windows, and them brand new bikes
  Big Money Heavyweight, nigga, that's my life
  Neighborhood superstars, got the candy on the whips and the bike nigga [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah, yeah, yeah
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  Started with some hubbers, twelve years old
  Man, I swear to God, I was twelve years old
  My mama didn't know, and Stunna ain't know 'bout it
  'Til the day I got shot, they found some money in my pocket
  Yeah, I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off
  Them niggas runnin' up the terminal, we takin' off
  They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog
  And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
  Nigga I mack hard, bitch, I'm a bad boy
  Fuck a security guard, I turn 'em into track stars
  You know my name, baby, that's Weezy Fuckin' Baby
  And if that nigga hatin' on ya, then fuck him, baby
  I tell 'em, "Fuck 'em, girl"
  Eighteen-inch windows in my crib, you see the whole world
  Bitch, what you tryna do?
  I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter II
  I am that fuckin' dude, now who the fuck are you? [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
  Yeah, I got the shoes with the matchin' fit check
  Yeah, I got them jewels lookin' fat around my neck
  Yeah, take a picture, click-click
  Take a picture, click-click, check me out!
  Yeah, I know what I'm doin', yeah, yeah, yeah