WORK
Kyd Money
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Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Textin my niggas pull up at the crib Yeah you know what it is Gotta new bag came up on a deal Yeah Pockets not missin a meal Tellin my haters man f*ck what you thinkin I'm tipsy I'm drankin Rolled me a blunt then coat it wit keef Now a nigga too faded Nigga I made it Pushin a button to start up the whip My pockets on crip Gotta Text from a bitch that work at the strip She gotta few zips We done Picked up the brawd and a few of her friends They all look like tens Run that shit back she makin it clap I tell her to do it again she did it again My niggas gone ride cuz they f*ck wit my vision Eye fucking yo bitch and she gave me them digits She just is a body extending the list Send her back to the streets I ain't giving no kisses If a nigga got beef then you know that I'm wit it Cant fight ova pussy that niggas be hitting If I start it my nigga you know how I finish Cant be in the streets mixing pleasure wit business Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Back of the whip Got her eyes lookin lazy Damn this bitch looking crazy Pass me the blunt These niggas be hating Yeah Nothing can phase me Grabbing her ass Bout to f*ck in the whip Man this bitch is a trip She swallow my kids I love me a freak Dripping white from her lip Working so hard that a nigga too sleepy I profit while sleeping Cant vibe wit a bitch that's not on my level I never will settle I'm blinding this bitch from the shine of my bezel Medusa this bitch Froze My wrist is to cold to hold up the blunt She had to assist We slapping the Toms and we killing the Jerry's Don't bring me no drama don't ruin my hi Im chasin the money not chasin a bitch My mind on the money I'm I'm high in ski I'm flyer then slim man in floodin the street The way I be liven is luxury You talking to me you addressing a boss I be swiping the card without checking the cost Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Tellin these niggas best stay in yo lane Yeah I'm doing the same Bitches be thinking this shit is a game They be to deep into fame Fresh outta college her nigga a lame Yeah She gave me good brain Got my degree for working the streets I can not be tamed Gotta Bitch at the crib who came up on a visa Been smashing for weeks She be Sending me pictures from head to her feet Her body unique I be Choke n her out when I'm drilling her deep She came on the sheets I done Bent her ass ova I love her physique Dick look pretty in pink Yeah Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work Work
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Written by: T. ARMES, JAE CHOUNG, VIRMAN COQUIA, ZALE EPSTEIN, P. GILLET, C. HUNTER, BRETT KRUGER, A. MARTINO, ORVILLE JERMAINE MCWHINNEY, KEVIN NISHIMURA, JAMES ROH, M. SEJA, A Martino, C HUNTER, M Seja, P Gillet, T Armes, Z Epstein, B. R. Kruger, Orville Jermaine McWhinney
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