Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make It Work, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make It Work |
| I used to want all that shit, now I got it |
| I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga |
| Oh! |
| I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick |
| I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz |
| I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick |
| You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit |
| Like oh Lord, oh Lord! |
| She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard |
| Surfboard, surfboard |
| She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it |
| I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back |
| I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack |
| I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack |
| You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked |
| I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack |
| Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke |
| A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four |
| And he ain’t heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke |
| You fuckboy! |
| Fuckboy! |
| Niggas hatin', I’m like what the fuck for? |
| I’m in the 6, I’m ridin' with a plus 4 |
| She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga |
| I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick |
| I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz |
| I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick |
| You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit |
| Like oh Lord, oh Lord! |
| She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard |
| Surfboard, surfboard |
| She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it |
| Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas |
| Keep changin' on you like late winter |
| Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin' |
| My coat season and game different |
| Self made, self made nigga |
| Well dressed, well paid nigga |
| I daredevil err’day, nigga |
| Like Hell’s Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord! |
| Tell them niggas I’ma need a minute |
| Undefeated, young sneaker nigga |
| Hundred deep, you never see a nigga |
| Hennessy in moderation |
| But my niggas drinkin' like them Black Ink niggas |
| Hah, Dutch Ceaser nigga |
| Meanin' I cut and leaf a nigga |
| Get it? |
| Dutch leaf a nigga |
| Scissors, clippers, please forgive me |
| Real nigga, hoes around me |
| Take bitches, repeat offender |
| Ho, ho, please don’t let me |
| No, no, Easter pinkin' |
| I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis |
| So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me |
| I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick |
| I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz |
| I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick |
| You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit |
| Like oh Lord, oh Lord! |
| She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard |
| Surfboard, surfboard |
| She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it |
| Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party |
| It’s the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada |
| All my niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly |
| Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money |
| Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it… rrrk! |
| Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach |
| Now follow me, Balenciagas like they’re Nikes, nigga |
| Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga |
| Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog |
| Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off |
| Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off |
| And if a nigga step to me, I’ll break the law |
| Now follow me, front your boy and I’ma make you work |
| If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk |
| Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert |
| Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk |
| I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick |
| I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz |
| I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick |
| You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit |
| Like oh Lord, oh Lord! |
| She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard |
| Surfboard, surfboard |
| She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it |