Work

Band-

Let the band play

Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt

All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"

Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all

I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off (back off)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog (rrr)

Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' these niggas, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog

Hellcat Durango, no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out (skrrt)
Yeah, Glizock that nigga, hands down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna blow this lil' bitch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I'm back out, yeah
I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh

Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah
Nigga, I still got racks comin' in
Nigga, I still bring them plaques out, yeah
Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is, hu-huh

Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in, uh, France right now, um, yeah

(Yeah) wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert (uh)
I get it in like the first and the third (uh)
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt

All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"

Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all

I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout these bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all

I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off (back off)
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog

Rrr

(Yeah)