Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Work , by - Cashis. Song from the album I'ma Ride, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra, X-Ray
Song language: English
Work |
| King shit |
| Yeah, yo |
| Yeah |
| Who else we got? |
| You know who it is |
| Work |
| Sorry for the wait, my nigga |
| Work, work |
| I showed you niggas love with the work though |
| Ugh |
| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay |
| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play |
| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say? |
| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?» |
| Quarterback the rollers, I’m Aaron Rogers with motors |
| Got the flake with no soda, make mockeries out of quotas |
| Give out eights to my soldiers, play with my paper, I smoke 'em |
| Keepin' a chopper loaded and got no time for no holsters |
| Get a half a slab, let Billy blow up the bag |
| Then hit the hood like a sav, drop anybody I ask |
| See, this ain’t for beginners who scared to get it, I seen it |
| Crystal church and cathedrals for any tweaker that needs 'em |
| Get as much as you need and let 'em go buy the D |
| You wanna hustle for Gs? |
| My nigga, let’s get this cheese |
| Took a brick out the earth, came back home with a smirk |
| In border racks and solid packs he’ll finally blow up |
| We got work, holdin' down the turf, tax whoever serve |
| If you ain’t gettin' your work from us, your business will get curbed |
| We got work, up and down the turf, cut some packs and swerve |
| 'Bout to put the hood on lock when I send out all these birds |
| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay |
| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play |
| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say? |
| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?» |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| Work, work, (Work) |
| Work now, run that shit |
| We got work, bitch, it’s Bogish |
| Work now, yeah when the cash in |
| We got work now, yeah |
| Work, work, work, work |
| I’m just a middle man nigga, rockin' cocaine, nigga |
| All these rats and these robbers got my finger on the trigger |
| You bound to end up dead or in the fed or somethin' |
| Sittin' 'round, ain’t gettin' more than dough, what you scared or somethin'? |
| I was raised 'round convicts who stayed pullin' licks |
| Started off in this bitch with a mask and pistol grip |
| Runnin' off at the lip 'bout the grip he was makin' |
| Braggin' to his bitch 'cause he bringin' home the bacon |
| But his damn mouth flyin' off like a rocket |
| Caught him up in the parkin' lot and I robbed him |
| Was icy than a bitch, now he naked like a stripper |
| And wanna put some bread on my head like a skripper |
| Everything on twenty-fours, a thousand grams out the door |
| Pick a bird then let it go, that’s eeny, meeny, miny, moe |
| Colder kis in the fold, never speakin' on the phone |
| The tweakers at the liquor sto', they fiendin' for that solid gold |
| Drop a tenner on the floor, they gladiator for that dope |
| Got this chrome Calico that eat you like an animal |
| Crush your skull like cantaloupes, they cannibals, ain’t at a loss |
| Flood the block with hella dope and I’ll be rich forever, folks |
| Stuntin' like I’m Puffy Combs, I took out a student loan |
| Bought a half a square of 'yo, now I got that product, bro |
| Come and get a lot of dope, nodders know, all day |
| I stop-and-go, shinin' like I’m MOP & GLO, pop that, bro |
| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay |
| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play |
| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say? |
| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?» |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| Work, work, (Work) |
| Went J-O for some bucks, threw fifty in the stash |
| Went straight to the bank, had a hundred, no dash |
| Kid not, this ain’t a game |
| My interscope got an aftermath that’ll emulate |
| This shit’s insane |
| Yeuch, I ain’t been the same |
| Pull up, pull up, chill, I do damage |
| Fuck it, hold up, still |
| Keep it always hundred still |
| Break it, roll it, hit it, here (Whoo) |
| Never conceal snitches, doggin' my heels |
| Duck motherfucker, my gun duck for reals |
| Slay haters, death appeal |
| Get up out my face you fake imitators |
| Activate flame, I blaze instigators |
| Rectify, best if I |
| Let the nine blast instead of testify |
| Bullets to your dome and accessorize |
| I sully I defy |
| Against all odds, go hard 'til I die |
| Punk ass haters, meet the four-five |
| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay |
| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play |
| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say? |
| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?» |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now) |
| Work, work, (Work) |