Work Work Lyrics - Clppng - 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 bitch 

Mob shit 

Boss talk 

Game rich 

Name game 

Gang signs 

Work on the phone call it base line 

(Yup) 

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 ridin' no L's 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 

Get that work 

Make that work work 

Get that work 

Make that work work 

Get that work 

Make that work work 

(Cocc Pistol)I get it 

I whip it, I flip it, I pocket the profit 

Don't know when to stop it 

They callin' me Griselda the harlot 

My ? is 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 lil' 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 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 L's 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 

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 

Trunk full of hashish and mescaline 

Your mind is a mess and this bitch is undressin' 

A) mash on the throttle like a G 

Put a bottle to your teeth 

Say fuck it, you're a free man 

B) pull over to the side of the street 

Keep your hand on the shotty sitting up under the seat or 

C) let the cop pull you over say something 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'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 ridin' no L's 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 

Get that work 

Make that work work 

Get that work 

Make that work work 

Get that work 

Make that work work