Work

Had to put in work, past the preaching at the church

They just put 'em on the shirt

Mama's crying Easter first

Now I keep telling me just work (work, work, work, work)

I can tell a bro still hurts

So I just work, work, work

Police gettin' on my nerve

That's that gas, gas, gas

Go two hunnid so I swerve

They gon' treat a **** bad

If he not talking 'bout no-, (uh-huh) making cash, cash, cash

**** mad, mad, mad

That's my bad (that's work), bad, bad (that's work)

I'm like one in a million

Maybe try making a clone of me

Pray at the night I cry in the dark

Look at them **** tryna be like me

Look at them **** tryna sound like me

I was just counting these cash and chilling

These ****, my children I google a million

Do it myself I get it, I get it

Been 'bout a hundred and more

Some shit that I got in my closet I don't even wear

Been tryna kick it with ****, I swear it

Bro switched up, my deepest fear

Bro them died in hardy chair

Loaded with guns, I cry in a Benz

Wishing that all of my dawgs was here

Hate when I get in that feeling again

Married to money, the money convinced me

I love the hundreds and fifties

I think I became so far

She tryna hop in my car, she knows I'm a star

I get her whatever she want

How would it be if I never got up?

Got to the money and doubled it up

I pray the dawgs don't never give up

Had to put in work, past the preaching at the church

They just put 'em on the shirt

Mama's crying Easter first

Now I keep telling me just work (work, work, work, work)

I can tell a bro still hurts

So I just work, work, work

Police gettin' on my nerve

That's that gas, gas, gas

Go two hunnid so I swerve

They gon' treat a **** bad

If he not talking 'bout no-, (uh-huh) making cash, cash, cash

**** mad, mad, mad

That's my bad (that's work), bad, bad (that's work), yeah

When I was a youngie mama beat me with the belt

I got rich all by myself

I think I fin stiffing health

Spend this whole check on my belt

I had to focus on myself

I like trophies on my shell

There's a trophy on my wrist

Couple trophies 'round my neck

I been thinking bout trading in

Put in some diamonds on protect

She says money make her wet

And I be getting it ever since

She do head, I pay her rent

So I just pull up where she stay

Feed her pipe and gotta escape

She hate when I pull up late

Like audience paint her face

He just broke down that's why he hating

Stayed up late 'til I got paid

Can't forget to say my grace

Got my cousin beat that case

He got caught with drugs and dre's

Used to wrap him, let her take

So I had to put in work, past the preaching at the church

They just put 'em on the shirt

Mama's crying Easter first

Now I keep telling me just work (work, work, work, work)

I can tell a bro still hurts

So I just work, work, work

Police gettin' on my nerve

That's that gas, gas, gas

Go two hunnid so I swerve

They gon' treat a **** bad

If he not talking 'bout no-, (uh-huh) making cash, cash, cash

**** mad, mad, mad

That's my bad (that's work), bad, bad (that's work), yeah

Uh-huh, huh, huh

That's my huh, huh, huh

That's my huh, huh, ****