Work REMIX (feat. A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James & ScHoolboy Q)
A$AP Ferg
Hip-Hop/Rap
3,108,454
Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
French Montana
Vocals
Trinidad James
Vocals
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Pugh
Songwriter
Hector Delgado
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chinza
Producer
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Fly Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I gotta close the window before I record
'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand up
Ferg
[Verse 2]
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie Poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really, though, she a silly ho
'Cause she know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a ****, though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly, though, but I'm lyrical
Better put 'em in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint, though, on my window
So you see a **** strappin' in that Benzo
Balling, got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp, though, no limp, though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killa then I put him in the dirt
Run up in that building, semi gon' squirt
That's what a **** get when he gettin' on my nerves, I ain't lyin'
Lay 'em on that curb
Ridin' on a killa who be comin' at Ferg
Girl, you twerk
Twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr
Put in work
Flacko put him in the dirt
French got the shovel, he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q want a pound of the purp
So much work he can smoke up the earth
Polo Grounds, A$AP World
[Verse 3]
That ain't Kanye (No)
That's Montana ('Tana)
A loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt
Put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it
Her ass is phat, you can park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up
Comin' for your ice
When they're bare face
They comin' for your life
Baby, don't pray for me, pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean
It help me sleep
Illuminati
I'm from the streets
Never sold my body
We takin' bodies
[Verse 4]
Put in work
Put in work
Put in work
Put him in the dirt
[Verse 5]
Shout out that motherland
Twelve years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, ****
All they do is bang, bang, bang
They don't ask no questions
All they do is bang, bang
I said I do this for them shottas
Trinidad, I love ya
I do this for them shottas
Jamaica, I'm your brother
I know a bitch from VI
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's my partner
You got a problem with it?
Then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck with Asian ****
And I fuck with 'migos
I fuck wit' Haitian ****
All they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real
Y'all **** might hate me, but
That don't get no deal
I said now, that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal
But I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle
Immigration give you nothin' but
[Verse 6]
Work, put in work, work
Work, put in work, work
Work, put in work
Ya, ya, ya, ya
[Verse 7]
A lotta **** died, shoulda been from Hoover street
No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33
Move keys like I'm 36
Ship Os like I'm 28
Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O X Y, I'm in your state
Eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay
Super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip
She said she never had a crip
Uh, put in work
All big booties, make it twerk
All big titties, lift your shirt
Show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work
Spray his ass in front of church
Deacon said I did my shit
The pastor said, "That **** turnt!"
Pop my collar on my shirt
Make these bitches go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk
Takin' Xannys, poppin' Percs
Might not last, I'm bombin' first
Turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with Mother Earth
Had to give Young Ferg a verse
[Verse 8]
A lotta homies cry
Do the crimes, homicide
Drivin' by poppin' nines
Pakistan, Columbine
Outta line, pistols barking
Ride or die, write a script
Design a line
All I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko?
Ratchets, designer jackets
The same **** who jack it be the first to claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress
Side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic
But I'm so damn fine, make a bitch look average
See, my daddy in Heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up
I'm throwin' bucks
Loaded Lux
Put in work
Written by: Darold Brown, Karim Kharbouch, Nicholas Williams, Quincy Hanley, Rakim Mayers, Steven Pugh
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