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Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is work Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is work You see popping up on your big screens Collecting Grammy's, Commas, Moonmen This is history Get everything that I want This is my dream Manifesting like Ariana with 7 Rings Lights, Camera, Action, Bitch I'm the main attraction, Bitch No you will not see me lose Quote me in your caption, Bitch Real big stepper in my Prism Heist Buckle Boots Catch me playing 'round your neck Til I make you my footstool Woah Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is Work Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is Work Racks I need that Bread I feed that Bands I keep that Blow it just to see you twerk Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is Work I'm the biggest artist on the planet Blocked by the paparazzi flash at the Hamptons Ask about a beef, why? No I won't address it Fly around the world with a tour on my checklist You see how fun it is to be me Be Me You bitches ain't got no money While i'm rocking with Normani Ain't this shit kinda funny How you hate but stream me hunni Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is Work Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is Work Racks I need that Bread I feed that Bands I keep that Blow it just to see you twerk Work Work Work Work Work Work All i'm bout to do is Work
Writer(s): Tyrone Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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