Letra

3 white hoes, I"m a giant in my city like fee fi fo Shoutout to the homies reppin 354 We dont even have to talk bitch I need my dough Real talk you need to understand it Getting money what the plan is Young Thug catch me chillin where the fan is Hit a bitch once dip off then I vanish I be goin to work, I be goin to work, real talk x4 Young, rich, mothafucka, real talk And Im mobbin still, Movin heavy in the streets like I body build On the grind, tryna see how that bugatti feel They be talkin bout that money, but its not as real Oooh they dont really want it Nooothey dont really want it Young Thug used to be up on the corner Better leave your girl at home she a goner Ugh, Im a mack tho, tell a stuck up bitch, throw it back tho No booty so i hit it from the back tho I be goin to work, I be goin to work, real talk x4 No they sitll cant stop me Got a freaky puerto rican always call me papi Bitch give me top and I like it sloppy She fuckin with a thug cuz Im lightweight poppin In the strip club eating chicken wings You dont even know but she been a freak Hit it seven times it aint been a week Genuine how Im in them jeans I dont even know why they hate for Im a young thug by the bank roll Young king how the rank go They be talkin that they ballin but they aint (oh) Me bein brock no way Young motha fucka gettin dough, okay Wont stop till I get it On the grind tryna get gold chains and bitches (aye) I be goin to work, I be goin to work, real talk x4 I be goin to work I be goin to work Real talk I be goin to work Lil bitch, lil hoe Thought this a fuckin game I do this for real(huh)
Writer(s): Paulo Rodriguez, Sudan Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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