Workin'

Ghetto boy shit nigga...

Mhm

What you doin bro

You said you workin'

All right

Me too nigga

Tell these folks how we, alright...

Yea... ghetto boy shit nigga

Aye

One bow cost the boy 10 thousand

Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'

They tryna bite my style

Tryna be me but I doubt it

Open up the bag you can really smell the power

I'm workin'

I don't get paid by the hour

She worthless

If she don't gimme brain within a hour

I'm hurtin'

If I don't make a G by the night

I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right

Okay

Aye, I gotta get it right

37 Thousand on me pros, I might trick tonight

Got a Chaldean, I get bows for a pretty price

VVS diamonds, F-Color, I got different ice

Two G's, one flip when I'm sellin' Za's

I got .223s, fork knits, and even land mines

Fuck around and set some shit ablaze when FN fire

Last nigga tried Da Yung OG got shot 10 times

Bitch I'm workin'

I been sippin' wocky straight today, so I'm swervin'

If you see me in the hood then I was prolly servin'

You came in the way when I sprayed, this a 30

Scratchin' like I'm dirty but I'm not bae, that's a perky

I'm a dope head, I been drinkin' lean since Thursday

Wocky got me noddin'

That's just showin' me it's workin

Nigga ran off wit a zip

Was it worth it

Prolly not cause Ima get him dropped, I ain't gon' worry

One bow cost the boy 10 thousand

Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'

They tryna bite my style

Tryna be me but I doubt it

Open up the bag you can really smell the power

I'm workin'

I don't get paid by the hour

She worthless

If she don't gimme brain within a hour

I'm hurtin'

If I don't make a G by the night

I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right

Spent a bag on Rodeo, already like how my day goin'

I'm finna hit the Cookies store, I'm posted up on Melrose

Swear to god they all mad cause I sell dope

Smokin' Cannatique, a piece of weed went in my damn throat

Swear to god that shit it make me wanna throw up

I was broke, but now I glo'd up

I just bought a bag of runtz, now ima fuckin pro up

And all the money in the world is what I'm chasin' after

We was runnin' from them jakes I had to shake the captain

M3 performance Tesla wit the autopilot, I had to mash out

I damn near blew that dash out, I stole yo bitch

And I skr8 blew her back out

Backpack Boys tiramisu, smokin' a wood

On my way to Malibu, now I'm on the ocean, eatin' wagyu at Nobu

And he beggin' for a front my baby don't nobody know you

One bow cost the boy 10 thousand

Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'

They tryna bite my style

Tryna be me but I doubt it

Open up the bag you can really smell the power

I'm workin'

I don't get paid by the hour

She worthless

If she don't gimme brain within a hour

I'm hurtin'

If I don't make a G by the night

I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right