Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Workin Out, artist - J.I.D. Date of issue: 25.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Workin Out |
| Take your heart, don’t let me break it in two |
| I’m sure that I could possibly do nothin' for you |
| I’m nearly on the edge, I’m 'bout to jump in a few |
| I’m really not afraid of nothin' |
| Look, on everything |
| I gave everything and got nothing back |
| Ain’t looking for no pat on backs |
| That ain’t how we got where the fuck we at |
| Mama called, «Where the fuck you at?» |
| «On the road, and I ain’t coming back |
| Until my hundred stacks make a hundred racks |
| And that hundred racks bring a bundle back» |
| I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger |
| J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher |
| C’est la vie, shit, I’m coming after everybody |
| Don’t get the bloody splatter |
| I’m fly and I got my niggas fly too |
| Shit is like buddy passes |
| I wanna cry 'cause I’m numb inside (Ugh) |
| If you wonder why, ask, «What's the matter?» |
| (Yeah) |
| 'Cause I been working hella hard, shit ain’t really working out |
| I been praying to the Lord, shit ain’t really working out |
| I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds |
| Shit ain’t really working out, shit ain’t really working out |
| Shit ain’t really working out |
| Quiet, don’t explain |
| What is there to gain |
| Shit, shit ain’t really working out, huh |
| Now I got a little bread, got my niggas working outta town |
| Baby, your ass fat, I can see you working out, shit |
| And you got a new job? |
| Tell me, how that shit working out? |
| Heh |
| Heard you doing pretty good, yeah, people talk, word of mouth |
| Wasn’t 'round when you had the dirty house |
| Now they won’t leave when you kick 'em out |
| These type of people can’t stick around |
| Only down when there’s liquor 'round or the spliff around |
| That’s why I don’t fuck with niggas now |
| Well, I fuck with all my niggas, you know the difference |
| You been living with tunnel vision |
| You and all of your friends are like wonder women |
| Wonder Woman working for it, if you ever wanted something |
| Searching for a purpose, I see what you on |
| The difference in how you be using your gifts |
| In the midst of the shit that you dealing with |
| Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic |
| You got the vision like a fer-de-lance |
| You attack and you kill it, sinkin' your teeth with the venom |
| Kinda like me with these instrumentals |
| Or the pen and the pencil or off the temple |
| Pimpin' since been pimpin', keep it sensible |
| Since you winning, you a object of ridicule |
| Objects appearing closer than you ready for |
| Obviously, you don’t know what’s ahead |
| But that’s the reason you can work 'til you dead |
| I been working hella hard, shit ain’t really working out |
| I been praying to the Lord, shit ain’t really working out |
| I been looking to the stars, keep my head up in the clouds |
| Shit ain’t really working out, shit ain’t really working out |
| Shit ain’t really working out |
| C’mon, bruh, come to the booty club one time |
| Throw some of that Dreamville money |
| Throw some of that Dreamville money at these hoes, bruh |
| They got dreams too, nigga |
| They got shit to do too, nigga |
| They got dreams too, bruh-bruh |
| Y’all Dreamville, uh, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh-uh |
| Next time you see that nigga J. Cole, bruh |
| You tell that nigga the same thing, man |
| I fuck with y’all niggas, bro |
| Why that nigga J. Cole, got all this money |
| Look like he 'bout to borrow somebody charger or something |
| «C'mon, bruh, let me get your charger, bruh |
| Let me get my shit to uh, uh, ten percent |
| And I’ll give that shit back to you, bruh bruh» |
| C’mon, bruh, flex some of that Dreamville money, let me see it |