Work Work (feat. Cocc Pistol Cree)

Holla out ya city if you'd ride for it

Let 'em know why you'd die for it

Same reason all these riders get high so it's

All medicinal – now what you wan' buy, homie?

Bye, bitch (bye, bitch), mob shit (mob shit)

Boss talk (boss talk), game rich (game rich)

Name game (name game), gang signs (gang signs)

Work on the phone, call it base line

Yup, line dance like a hoedown

Pimps up, daytime, whole block a ghost town

Ghost ride, Ghostface, Gs get ghost in a moment

Pour a little for the ghost of the dead homie

Deadpan voice singin' Tin Pan Alley songs

Panhandlin' 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 ridin', no Ls, no tags (get it in)

And she lookin' like you ain't gon' 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 (go)

Get that work, make that work work (go)

Get that work, make that work work (go)

Get that work, make that work work (Cocc Pistol, uh)

See, I get it, I whip it, I flip it, I pocket the profit (uh huh)

Don't know when to stop it, they callin' me Griselda the harlot

My Blahniks erotic, I can't walk, the heel is enormous

The arm in the armrest (click-clack), these dames is dormant

Uh, I came up from boostin' my garments

Switchin' my handbags how I switchin' my polish

Never catch me in the same blouse unless I'm runnin' to Target

Never catch me in a large crowd 'less I'm the life of the party

Uh, I been hittin' from September to August

Ahead of my time like lil old ladies in bonnets

All I need is a sickle, I'ma reap me a harvest

The hardest thing I had to do was to make a real promise, uh

I been countin' money since elementary

That's why these broke boys ain't gettin' into me

And when the stash low and it ain't no cash flow

Shit, I go to work, move it by the boat load

When the stash low and it's no cash (get it in)

And you ridin', no Ls, no tags (get it in)

And she lookin' like you ain't gon' 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 (go)

Get that work, make that work work (go)

Get that work, make that work work (go)

Get that work, make that work—

Stop, red lights in the distance (woop, woop)

You never been to that district they reference

Trunk full of hashish and mescaline

Your mind is a mess and this bitch is undressin' ya

A. Mash on the throttle like a G

Put a bottle to your teeth, say: Fuck it – you free, man!

B. Pull over to the side of the street (woop)

Keep your hand on the shotty sittin' up under the seat or

C. Let the cop pull you over, say somethin' slick

On some JAY-Z 99 Problems-type shit

D. 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 are not even a co-star

Just a extra, they read about it as a number

Names got money in they wallet, ho!

When the stash low and it's no cash (get it in)

And you ridin', no Ls, no tags (get it in)

And she lookin' like you ain't gon' 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 (go)

Get that work, make that work work (go)

Get that work, make that work work (go)

Get that work, make that work work