Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Working A Fool, artist - Migos. Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Working A Fool |
| Not with these knuckles, my chop uppercut ya |
| Know they were hatin', we make all the butter (I knew it) |
| We from the vague and we spank 'em with cutters |
| Hit a lil' ditty and say shit on my mama (On my mama) |
| Came on the jet, this a UFO shuttle |
| How could I switch on my gang like a bitch? |
| This the same brothers that gave me a fit |
| Kick down the door and I made it legit |
| Gotta stay down 'cause I ride with a stick |
| I am too rich to be caught in the mix |
| Forgi' lipstick, baby, blow 'em a kiss |
| Put on a fit, copy my drip |
| Thirty-round clip, Glock with the switch |
| Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag |
| Movin' this shit, ain’t packin' no bags (Move) |
| We rich, go back in your stash (Suu) |
| She thick, we smackin' her ass |
| Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin) |
| All of these stones could never be glass |
| I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt) |
| A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah |
| Swerve with the goons (Swerve) |
| Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon) |
| I’m smokin' a real one (Static is real) |
| I’m workin' a fool (Workin' a fool) |
| I’m grippin' my tool (Grippin') |
| Right when I dropped out of school (Fire) |
| And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow) |
| And his head ain’t tight with the screws |
| Huncho (Yeah), tighten up (Tighten up) |
| Steppin' out, niggas be bitin' us (Bitin') |
| Trappin' on the Can-Am Rykers (Trappin') |
| Your bitch OnlyFans, gon' swipe up (Swipe) |
| Young nigga get in there one time (Get in there) |
| Toss 'em a dime for the front line (Ten) |
| Them niggas killin' about mine (Blaow) |
| Like Claude and Ray, cross the gunline (Uh) |
| Nigga get packed up for cappin' out (Pop 'em out) |
| Nigga pulled up with the straps out (Strap out) |
| Where the white flag? |
| Go and tap out (Tappin' out) |
| It’s a bando, not a crack house (Bando) |
| Niggas be grouped out, phoned out (Groupie) |
| Nigga ain’t connected, he lacked out (Suu) |
| I’m well respected, throw your pass out (Go) |
| Niggas, they love me, then crash out (Uh) |
| We from the Nawfside (Nawf) |
| Niggas ain’t ever been small fries (No) |
| We on a jet, we be sky high (Jet) |
| Run up the check, got me so tired (Check) |
| Where the respect? |
| 'Cause I want mine (Respect) |
| Young nigga hungry, he gon' grind (Grind) |
| He got the fire in both eyes (Eyes) |
| What you gon' do with them dollar signs? |
| (What you gon' do?) |
| Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag |
| Movin' this shit, ain’t packin' no bags (Move) |
| We rich, go back in your stash (Suu) |
| She thick, we smackin' her ass |
| Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin) |
| All of these stones could never be glass |
| I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt) |
| A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah |
| Swerve with the goons (Swerve) |
| Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon) |
| I’m smokin' a real one (Static is real) |
| I’m workin' a fool (Workin' a fool) |
| I’m grippin' my tool (Grippin') |
| Right when I dropped out of school (Fire) |
| And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow) |
| And his head ain’t tight with the screws (Takeoff) |
| My dawg gon' shoot, called me and told me to turn on the news (Watch it) |
| When he get the drop, get popped, see red, I pay him in blues (Cash) |
| I send my jewels, I’ve been at the go, you pity the fool (Pity the fool) |
| You told, he went on the road, get put on a plate, he food (Food) |
| We live by the code, ain’t breakin' the rules |
| This codeine I sip get abused (Drank) |
| Perkys and Xanax a whole 'nother planet |
| You can’t walk a mile in my shoes (Nah) |
| Know we do damage with hammers and cannons (Brrt) |
| Hop out the coupe and they run and they panic (Run) |
| These niggas bitches, they need to wear panties (Bet) |
| Runnin' they pockets, we uppin' the ante (Up) |
| Too much money, can’t manage |
| We the ones gettin' all the money, can’t stand it (Can't stand it) |
| I remember trappin' out Cambridge |
| Now I put a Rolls in a big boy mansion (Mansion) |
| Thick ass, I bought her some candy |
| Got that lil' ho thinkin' that I’m romantic (Romantic) |
| They don’t know the answers (Nah) |
| They actin' like we ain’t the ones that stamped it (Go) |
| Ride with that chop (Ride), racks in my bag |
| Movin' this shit, ain’t packin' no bags (Move) |
| We rich, go back in your stash (Suu) |
| She thick, we smackin' her ass |
| Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (Spin) |
| All of these stones could never be glass |
| I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (Skrrt) |
| A new paper tag, not goin' out sad, yeah |
| Swerve with the goons (Swerve) |
| Big stepper, I just came from the moon (Step, moon) |
| I’m smokin' a real one (Static is real) |
| I’m workin' a fool (Workin' a fool) |
| I’m grippin' my tool (Grippin') |
| Right when I dropped out of school (Fire) |
| And my dawg gon' shoot (Baow, baow) |
| And his head ain’t tight with the screws |