歌词
Work Work - clipping.
Holler out your city if you ride for it
Let em know why you die for it
Same reason all these riders get high so it's
All medicinal now what you wanna buy homie
Bye big bye big bye
Mob ****
Mob ****
Boss talk
Boss talk
Game rich
Game rich
Name game
Name game
Gang signs
Gang signs
Work on the phone call it bass line
Line dance like a ho down
Pimps up daytime
Whole block a ghost town
Ghost ride
Ghost face
G's get ghost in a moment
Pour a little for the ghosts of the dead homies
Deadpan voice singing tin pan alley songs
Panhandling in front of tourists
with the camera phones
Get it how you live
Or live till you get it
Get it in
When the stash low and it's no cash
Get it in
And you riding no L's no tags
Get it in
And she looking like you ain't gone smash
Get it in
But she got her legs up on the dash
Show these haters how to go
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
I get it
I whip it
I flip it
I pocket the profit
Don't know when to stop it
They calling me Griselda the harlot
My erotic
Can't walk the hill is enormous
The arm in the armrest
Click clack
These dames is dormant
I came up from boosting my garments
Switching my handbags
How I switching my polish
Never catch me in the same blouse
Unless I'm running to target
Never catch me in a large crowd
Unless I'm the life of the party
I been hitting from September to August
Ahead of my time like lili old ladies and bonnets
All I need is a sickle imma reap me a harvest
The hardest thing I had to do
was to make a real promise
I been counting money since elementary
That's why these broke boys ain't getting into me
And when the stash low
And it ain't no cash flow
**** I go to work
Move it by the boat load
When the stash low and it's no cash
Get it in
And you riding no L's no tags
Get it in
And she looking like you ain't gone smash
Get it in
But she got her legs up on the dash
Show these haters
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
Stop
Red lights in the distance
You never been to that district they reference
Drunk full of hashish and mescaline
Your mind is a mess and this is undressing
Mash on the blotter like a G
Put a bottle to your teeth
Say it you're a free man
Pull over to the side of the street
Keep your hand to the shotty sitting up
under the seat
Or
Let the cop pull you over say something slick
On some Jay-Z 99 Problems type ****
All of the above in your head but
It really doesn't matter cause you already dead
No obituaries for the most part
Nobody cares you're not even a co-star
Just an extra
They read about it as a number
Names got money in their wallet
When the stash low and it's no cash
Get it in
And you riding no L's no tags
Get it in
And she looking like you ain't gone smash
Get it in
But she got her legs up on the dash
Show these haters
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
Get that work
Make that work work
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