Let's Work

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot

Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot

Let’s work, let’s work

Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake

Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake

Do your dirt all by your lonely!

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

Wrist game neckpiece drip to the floor

I don’t know her but she look like ready to score

No beef but my niggas is ready for war

I put that merch in the bag like I’m leaving on tour

45 and this nickel plate

I don’t walk unless my money and my liquor straight

I’m too busy woodie I ain't got no time to hate

You ain’t see a million dollars let me demonstrate

Money counter, money counter

Point blank range head trey pounder

Took a minute for me grow up

This a different kind of blow up

Make them hating niggas throw up

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot

Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot

Let’s work, let’s work

Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake

Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake

Do your dirt all by your lonely!

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Do my dirt all by my lonely

Told my homies I’ll let them know when to phone me

Headed out of town where none of these niggas know me

Playing beenie man all about romie

In them big fat sister Naomi

Never talk about money nigga and not show me

Lets work, the next work can triple the net worth

In the mix when the flip done

Shorty got her ass and her tits done

Why I give a shit if her pussy wet and your dick cum

That’s your business I’m thinking about my income

I’m mister all that and then some

Im mister fall back or red rum

50 drum shots to your head will make the feds come

Lets work, the expert

Is giving the best work you gon be the next merc

Nigga!

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot

Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot

Let’s work, let’s work

Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake

Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake

Do your dirt all by your lonely!

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Me I do my dirt on the dolo that’s how I roll though

Uppercut jabs and bolos yeah I throw those

Its time to lean on a mark

I’m bout to get the 2017 just to park it

Still put your spleen on the carpet

Get rid of that thing before the narcs hit

We blowing heavy going hard on the yak

From a place to make it out is even hard than crack (Y-O)

If I turn around on ya niggas pardon my back

It’s the adrenaline rush when I’m discharging the mac

The pain goes way it just hurts

Playtime is over so lets work

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot

Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot

Let’s work, let’s work

Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake

Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake

Do your dirt all by your lonely!

Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot

Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot

Let’s work, let’s work

Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake

Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake

Do your dirt all by your lonely!