Work REMIX feat. A$AP Rocky,French Montana,Trinidad James,ScHoolboy Q

歌詞

I gotta close the window before I record Cause New York don't know how to be quiet Stand up! Ferg... AR! AR! AR! Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (BAAABY!) Keep your girl hit in my Tommy boxers But really though, she a silly ho, cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough She don't get nothin' from a nigga though; all she get is hard dick and some Cheerios Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical, bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo BALLIN'! (Skkrrrrr!) Got me feelin' like Jim Jones I'm a pimp though, no limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt, that's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb, ridin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damnnnnnnnn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp So much work he'll smoke up the Earth - Polo Ground, A$AP World (Haaan!) That ain't kanye thats montana loose cannon He shot me so i had to do it put him in the dirt put him in it first i just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it Her ass fat you could park ten tahoes on it when they mask up, comin' for your ice when they bared-faced, they comin' for your life Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak i'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep illuminati? im from the streets never sold my body, we takin' bodies Put in work, put in work Put in work, put 'em in the dirt Shout out that motherland, 12-years-old with guns in hand They don't ask no questions, nigga All they do is bang bang bang They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad, I love ya I do this for them shottas, Jamaica, I'm your brother I know a bitch from VI, yeah-yeah-yeah, that's my partner You got a problem with it Then-then-then-then that's your problem I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me But that don't get no deal, I said no, that don't get no deal I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money No green card in this struggle Immigration give you nothing but work (Put it in work) YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36 Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt" Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine Out of line, pistols barkin' "AR! AR!" ride or die Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux (Put in work!)