Work!

[Chorus: PlayThatBoiZay]

We gon' work until the trap out (Trap out)

I been grindin' all day, I'm 'bout to cash out (Woo)

We gon' put in work until it work out

All these hoes be in my face, she got her ass out (Come here)

She gon' put in work until she clock out (Yeah)

I can't never love these hoes, I'm on my cash route (Uh-huh, ayy)

We gon' put in work until it work out (Yeah)

We gon' put in work until I pass out

[Verse 1: Quadeca]

Ayy, yeah

We gon' work till it work out, uh (Uh!)

Bitch, I'm on fire, never burnt out, uh (Uh!)

If you make plans, you get turned down, uh

All of these bands, it's the first round

See your number, I'ma hit you with the same tone (Okay)

Tell my mom I'm sorry that I nеver came home

I don't think thеre'll be anybody at my funeral

But they gon' recognize the name on the gravestone, uh

Tryna maximize my green with this time I spend (Okay)

I can only love you from like 3:15 to 5 PM

Workin' for the man (Vroom), I have yet to meet him, though (Hmm)

They gon' understand- ("Who's 'they'?") I don't even know

[Chorus: PlayThatBoiZay & Quadeca]

We just gonna work, uh, ayy, until the trap out (Ooh, trap out)

I been grindin' all day, I'm 'bout to cash out (Woo)

We gon' put in work until it work out (What?)

All these hoes be in my face, she got her ass out (Come here)

She gon' put in work until she clock out (Yeah)

I can't never love these hoes, I'm on my cash route (Uh-huh, ayy)

We gon' put in work until it work out (Yeah)

We gon' put in work until I pass out

[Verse 2: Quadeca]

You said I need balance? That shit for the indecisive

Yeah, I might be trippin', but at least I fuckin' picked a side, and

I've been doin' bigger shit, no way that they didn't like it

If that's true, I smash they fuckin' phone before they finish typin' (Fuck you!)

Look into the finer things

Ain't no quality time when

I make a couple milli' and I gift a couple diamond rings

I've been hopin' that's what time will bring

'Cause the clock tick the same no

Matter how many times they say I'm a king, and it kinda stings

I just had like twenty-five Red Bulls

Still tryna find them wings, like a blind Rick Ross

Mind exhaust

Check the headlines, deadlines ain't soft (Aah—!)

I don't want a fuckin' moment to blink, a moment to think

'Cause even just a moment got me kinda lost

So I'm tryna hear my thoughts with this white noise

From this fax machine in my ear

Printin' everything I didn't wanna hear

I don't know where they from, but the message so clear

[Chorus: PlayThatBoiZay & Quadeca]

When I say we gon' work... until the trap out (Trap out)

I been grindin' all day, I'm 'bout to cash out (Woo)

We gon' put in work until it work out (What?)

All these hoes be in my face, she got her ass out (Come here)

She gon' put in work until she clock out (Yeah)

I can't never love these hoes, I'm on my cash route (Uh-huh, ayy)

We gon' put in work until it work out (Yeah)

We gon' put in work until I pass out

[Verse 3: Quadeca]

This the hardest puzzle, can't pop it, it's the sharpest bubble

Thought process repeat so much, I think my mind got carpal tunnel (Ow!)

I out-pulled my strongest muscle? Mixed up, the cards are shuffled (Huh?)

Picked up, then start to fumble, this what I want, it's humble:

I just want it all to double

Even the stress, even the mess, even the largest struggle

I want a ghost, don't need Heaven, I fantasize over purgatory

Invest, so now my money makes money, it's workin' for me

They just bring bounds of distractions, explainin' how to be happy

Louder than words, I can't hear 'em over the sound of their actions

Calculate hourly rates, guilt when I'm havin' to break (Haha)

This world gon' take what you have if they see that you have what it takes (Ooh!)

And that puts you back in your place, no matter how highly regarded (Uh)

You're not content, you endin' up in the line where you started

And all these sacrifices, can't take 'em back

I fucked up way too many connections, I shouldn't be so okay with that

But I'm okay with dirt on my name if it helps to make it last

I pray for that, I need my credit before the fade to black

Yeah

[Outro: Quadeca]

So we gon' work until it work out

So we gon' work until it, work until it

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