Work

Work (Uh) I get up and get to work (Yeah, yeah) I break a bag, bitch, the money come first (What?) I need a milli' 'fore they put me in a hearse (That's right) And when I'm down bad, I get to work (Uh, uh) You know me, I get to work (Yeah) I break a bag, bitch, the money come first (What?) I need a milli' 'fore they put me in a hearse (Ain't that right?) And when I'm down bad, I get to work I know what they sayin', I know why they mad I ain't got the time for callin' back, drama, or the flex I'ma take the Hummer to the jet, fly her to the Wеst See how all my dreams turned into movies, quiеt on the set Homie's girl be all up in my DM tryna get the sex, no way I love me too much, I got more respect Catch me off the Jose, I might shoot it, nothin' but the net I ain't wanna fuck, I only came here just to get the neck Papa was a stone G nigga and a player, I ain't far from it Homies in this bitch, if you hit me, you know we all comin' Hit that smoke, look like exhaust She gon' tag me for some clout, she gon' fuck me to my song I do not care what they on, ayy, made my own way Told that bitch do like Ja Rule say and put it on me, yeah, yeah Just got paid, I do not care what it cost I get up, I take a fall, ain't no dental when I floss I put in Work (Uh) I get up and get to work (Yeah, yeah) I break a bag, bitch, the money come first (What?) I need a milli' 'fore they put me in a hearse (That's right) And when I'm down bad, I get to work (Uh, uh) You know me, I get to work (Yeah) I break a bag, bitch, the money come first (What?) I need a milli' 'fore they put me in a hearse (Ain't that right?) And when I'm down bad, I get to work I got lil' mama all on me (Oh yeah) Rubbin' on me, she can't keep her hands off me (Alright) Both in the club drunk, singin' off key (Oh yeah) Wonder which one of y'all comin' with me tonight Woo Ayy, bitch, please, Know I only came for some money (Ain't that right?) Big dodie in my pocket that poke out like a bunion I'm back wit' it, we deserve it, we done hustled from nothin' She wanna bring her friends too, we can lap up the bucket It's like a, uh, all bad, throw me all that, I mean Wan' thank your mama for creatin' all that, I mean Ain't let a nigga through the front, the homies strapped with me Niggas should start to watch the tone that they talk, look I'm still feelin' myself (Ayy), painkillers won't help (Ayy) Lil' mama, put that pressure on me (On me) Niggas two man, top-shelf, that money don't help I'ma make it look good, you know I'ma get to Work (Uh) I get up and get to work (Yeah, yeah) I break a bag, bitch, the money come first (What?) I need a milli' 'fore they put me in a hearse (That's right) And when I'm down bad, I get to work (Uh, uh) You know me, I get to work (Yeah) I break a bag, bitch, the money come first (What?) I need a milli' 'fore they put me in a hearse (Ain't that right?) And when I'm down bad, I get to— Need to chill, bro, bro I snapped on these bitch-ass niggas I'm so sick and tired of this fuckin' job, bro I'm so sick and tired of this fuckin' job, bro, I swear to God All I wanna do is make clothes, make music, nigga That's it Fuckin' tired of this shit, bro