Lyrics Work - Angelo Bombay, Ashley All Day, Nick Travae

Work

No 9 to 5 but you know I got work
Come in with the bread, I’ma give them that work
And I keep that right up under my shirt
Shotgun to the face like his first name was Kurt
I got work, I give 'em that work
You might get murked, don’t play with the work
Came up out the cut with 2 cups up in my hand
Dropped a 2 milligram that’s a xan in the fanta, xanta
Bitch I got that work, so I’m hidin' in the skirt
Still pourin' up the purp
See me know I’m bitch I’m hella saucy
Your nigga think I’m bossy
Feelin' like Gucci, told the bitch I might be
Just copped a 40, tell me what the lick read
Vibin' in the 6 be perfect like good weed
Hoe hit the Bernie, giggin' off the molly
Told 'em don’t call me unless you got my money
Hunneds, hunneds, hunneds, no twenties
Laughin' to the bank but ain’t nothin' funny
I be where the drugs at, I be where the thugs at
Plugs at, I be where the juggs at
Lilfacetatt still in the hoodie all black
Car full of goons, hotbox, we gon fuck that
No 9 to 5 but you know I got work
Come in with the bread, I’ma give them that work
And I keep that right up under my shirt
Shotgun to the face like his first name was Kurt
I got work, I give 'em that work
You might get murked, don’t play with the work
Next level with my gold brains, my gold chains
With the bezzle it’s a cold day
These bitches off the molly and the nose play
We gettin' straight to it, fuck the foreplay
Young savage I’m livin' lavish, I let 'em have it
Nigga try be funny, bet the choppa make him backflip
Paxin, know I’m taxin'
I ain’t gotta say shit I’m 'bout that action
My bitch get to twerkin' and I get to clappin'
You don’t want war, here just get the cap in
Doin' hella drugs, smokin' weed and laughin'
Roll me up a swisher, I ain’t take a backwood
nigga roll that dank up
Ain’t okay, roll when I pour that drank up
Your silly ass cuffin, you should get your cake up
See a nigga winnin', guess that’s why they hate us
No 9 to 5 but you know I got work
Come in with the bread, I’ma give them that work
And I keep that right up under my shirt
Shotgun to the face like his first name was Kurt
I got work, I give 'em that work
You might get murked, don’t play with the work