Work

I gotta close the window before I recordCause New York don't know how to be quietCoogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppaKeep your girl head in my Tommy boxersBut really though, she a silly hoCause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty doughShe don't get nothin' from a nigga thoughAll she get is hard dick and some CheeriosKinda silly though, but I'm lyricalBet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafsNo tint though, on my windowSo you see a nigga shining in the BenzoBallin'!Got me feelin' like Jim JonesI'm a pimp though, no limp thoughCouldn't copy my style in KinkosPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirtRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirtThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nervesI ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curbRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!Damn!Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purrPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirtFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earthTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearseYeah, uh, put in workSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purpSo much work he'll smoke up the EarthPolo Ground, A$AP WorldThat ain't Kanye, that's MontanaLoose cannon, he shot me so I had to do itPut him in the dirt, put him in it firstI just sold a swammy with ten hommies on itHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on itWhen they mask up, comin' for your iceWhen they bare-faced, they comin for your lifeBaby don't pray for me pray for the weakI'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleepIlluminati? I'm from the streetsNever sold my body, we takin' bodiesPut in work, put in workPut in work, put 'em in the dirtShout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in handThey don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bangThey don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bangI said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love yaI do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brotherI know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partnerYou got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problemI fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with MigosI fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is CreoleI said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me butThat don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no dealI just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this moneyNo green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothingBut work (Put it in work)Work (Put it in work)Work (Put it in work)Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover StreetNo I do not have a car, but I could buy one every weekPimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weightO-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plateMy heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a capeBitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dickPassion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a cripUh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerkAll big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worthYeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the ChurchDeacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserkShippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percsMight not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearseBack to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verseA lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicideDrivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, ColumbineOut of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or dieWrite a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signsYou want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jacketsThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggotsMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageantGot a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look averageSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg'sYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucksLoaded Lux, put in work