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[Intro: Strap] Drumma Boy I got dope, I got dope, boy I got dope, I got dope, boy I got dope, I got dope, boy I got dope, I got dope, boy [Chorus: Strap] I got work, I got work I got work, I got work I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve I got work, I got work I got work, I got work I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, work, work, work [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Like a nigga turned around, I'm goin' back to work J's in my hood call me Gucci Captain Kirk Get you higher than a motherfuckin' mountain lion Who knew at 9 I'd live a fuckin' life of crime? Young, black and proud, send a bag of loud I got a van, but I really need a tractor trailer Tryna murk the swamp, I'm tryna flood Decatur Had a team full of girls just to count the paper I'ma bag the paper, then smash the haters When I'm whippin' up show like mashed potatoes I'm a orchestrater, I'ma choreograph Get to tell 'em where to take it, telegraph It's so much work, its got me laughin' If you don't pay me, you'll have me spazzin' If I don't front him, then I'm crabby If you don't pay me, then I'll stab ya Ten years goin' with no complaints, Pyrex pots in kitchen sinks I'm cookin' 'caine and pushin' pints, since sellin' green done made me bank [Chorus: Strap] I got work, I got work I got work, I got work I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve I got work, I got work I got work, I got work I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, work, work, work [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Smoke a blunt, kush break, then I'm back to work You would think I'm carpoolin' when you see my vert 'Cause the paint is so wet, it make her pussy squirt 26's on the skirts, it took a lot of work Stupid diamonds, yeah, they had to dig these out the dirt The white girl in the trunk and I let her flirt A couple bales of marijuana get a nigga hurt He found out I found his boss man and now his feelings hurt She like, "Damn, you got some nerve," I just like to splurge I didn't mean to pin you, baby, I just like your curves She want me to be her man, but it won't work She know I spoil all my bitches 'til they won't work [Chorus: Strap] I got work, I got work I got work, I got work I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve I got work, I got work I got work, I got work I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, I got work Work, work, work, work