Work Work

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 Blahniks erotic
 Can't walk the heel 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 are not even a co-star
 Just an extra
 They read about it as a number
 Names got money in their wallet
 Oh!
 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