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"Work"
[feat. French Montana]


Niggas playing Pac-man, chasing power pennies,
I'm playing Call of Duty with that mack-11.
It's death before dishonor I'll shoot the reverend
And if you go against the team his goin need hell or heaven
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I'm just trying to get a benz.
In the kitchen with the pyrex, last brick I gotta make it stretch.
Spread your wings, let me see you fly,
Can you bring the nigga back, twenty five.
Rubber band that (damn) shit still wet double fan that.

Work, where it's at?
Work, quit saying that.
Work, what you mean with that?
Work, thousand grant man.
Work, where it's at?
Work, quit saying that.
Work, what you mean with that?
Work, thousand grant man.

God, forgive me for my sins,
I fucked the game, tryin to make twins.
Broke a brick down, tryin to buy a benz,
Diamonds all black, caught a ticket for the tens.
Bought a big house with a fence
And had to pay taxes for them ams.
I paid houses off in magic city,
I paid cars off in sin city.
Flyin with a model, drinking out the bottle,
She don't like to drink but shorty love to swallow,
Thirty on the rollie, grippin on the 40,
Fifty in the morning spend sixty in the party.

Work, where it's at?
Work, quit saying that.
Work, what you mean with that?
Work, thousand grant man.
Work, where it's at?
Work, quit saying that.
Work, what you mean with that?
Work, thousand grant man.

Dope boy shit, boy I'm turnt up,
I'll pass on that hoe, boy she burnt up?
You niggas fighting over hoes, you kidding me,
So you think that bitch belong to you? You shitting me.
Fly like shit, real nigga, we talk eye to eye shit,
This real, that chain, these watches, my shit.
Gold chain is the side shit, black 380 and it's popping.
Standing on the couches with my hat cocked,
I'm in this bitch acting like it's my spot,
Lights on us, prime time, you know it bricks-r-us, grind time.

Work, where it's at?
Work, quit saying that.
Work, what you mean with that?
Work, thousand grant man.
Work, where it's at?
Work, quit saying that.
Work, what you mean with that?
Work, thousand grant man.

[Thanks to Dereck Thomas, James Graham for correcting these lyrics]

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