Workin

[Intro]

(Y'all gon' have to put Mo in)

[Pre-Chorus]

Bitch, I’m drunk (I’m drunk)

I want a country ass nigga in a donk

Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom)

Young nigga wanna eat me up for lunch

Bitch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin' (Mmm)

I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching)

You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin (Ah)

I got all the bad bitch workin (Oh)

[Chorus]

Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)

Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)

Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

[Verse 1]

Rip a rich nigga outta them Amiri’s

I grant a nigga wish like a fairy

Queen of the white toes call me dairy

Why do fool fall in love, Halle Berry

Chanel bag with the racks in the middle

Real bitch, wе don’t talk under pillows

Walk it like I talk it, so a bitch gon’ feel her

Facе on ten, we don’t need no fillers

[Pre-Chorus]

Bitch, I’m drunk

I want a country ass nigga in a donk

Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk

Young nigga wanna eat me up for lunch

Bitch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin'

I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose

You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin

I got all the bad bitch workin'

[Chorus]

Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)

Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)

Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow)

Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

[Verse 2]

Goin' hard in my goyard

Bunch of bad bitches, bunch of black cards

Double R on the seats, roof full of stars

I can teach ya, but I have to charge

Makin' love in my chrome hearts

If he ain’t got the bag, I don’t want no parts

I ain’t fucking with the feds, we don’t do the marks

It’s the “Mmm” for me, quotation marks (Santana)

[Pre-Chorus]

Bitch, I’m drunk (I’m drunk)

I want a country ass nigga in a donk

Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom)

Young nigga wanna eat me up for lunch

Bitch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin' (Mmm)

I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching)

You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin (Ah)

I got all the bad bitch workin' (Oh)