Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Work, artist - Ty Dolla $ign. Album song Beach House EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Work |
She knew exactly who I was becoming |
Reality of dreams, younger for memories of a still wonder of who I might be |
And for her it’s hard to stomach what’s left behind |
And what’s to come in the same introduction of a king |
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle |
That by any means I produce wings like eagles |
Soar in the highest clouds to let my conscience free |
So I can feed ex-girls like sea gulls with bitter egos |
And out work Wale’s ambitious girls with the tip of my penis |
To write stories, a young poetic genius |
And I mean this, there’s never been a day off |
Never been laid off, my own boss and my payoff is to get laid off |
Get a break off just to re-hire myself |
For the take off Beach House the EP |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I give no fucks, I give no damn |
I took my bitch straight from her man, from her man |
That nigga ain’t had much money as I do |
That nigga don’t know your body like I do |
Your friends think I ain’t shit, I don’t like them either |
Them hoes ain’t shit, they can’t keep no man either |
Ain’t believing me then but you see me now |
Said you’d never trust me again but you believe me now |
And now somehow we supposed to fix ya |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
Baby girl she 100 my mind right, that’s real stuntin |
She in the crowd tryna fly it for me |
I fucked around and then went for it |
I love that girl so much |
I fucked around and paid the rent for her |
Feel like I’m the right pimp for her |
But we got enough, she ain’t gotta work |
I give it to er, I got it first |
She right here, I ain’t gotta search |
We in a party… |
We in a party, I’m amused by how you move yo body |
Baby girl she more poppin in the 12 gauge shotty |
She got 4 shots, we goin up, I don’t need no molly |
These hoes fuck with the squad, she ran through the whole posse |
Girl I think about you when I’m in that hotel lobby |
I’m coming home to you, yea I got work for yo body |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I’m gonna work on it |
You gon get this work, girl |
I’mma throw these bands |
You gon make it clap with no hands |
When her ass down, goddamn |
You gon get this work girl |
Oh oh oh |
(You gon get this work girl) |
I’mma throw these bands |
You gon make it clap with no hands |
When her ass down, damn |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work |
I used to love these hoes |
I used to love these hoes |
I used to love these hoes |
But now I love this money |
I used to love these hoes |
I used to love these hoes |
But now I love this money |
I used to love these hoes |
Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind |
But when they realize that I gotta grind |
I replaced the lies and the thighs and the hotter dimes |
With the fuckin rhymes and the ties and the dolla signs |
The symbol of the Caduceus |
I full want my mental producers |
I’m leaving these haters clueless |
When I spit because they missin what I get because I’m cold |
Real niggas listen to the shit that I unfold |
I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin these hoes |
Now that I be on my money, it’s funny the way that I govern these hoes |
And I be runnin these hoes, doin whatever I wanna do with em |
As long as I be on my paper, cus I’m gon let nothing in front of me after my |
currency flow |
And if we getting the fetty so up |
But I throw it away but the bitches don’t want |
If they talk about me |
Your position to fall will be nothing |
I’m done wit yo frontin, just give me yo dollars, I don’t wanna holler |
I don’t want yo woman, I want the Apollo |
But see for the Benjamins I got my shotta |
And Twista love dollars but I admit |
I used to love these hoes |
But now I love this money |
I used to love these hoes |
I used to love these hoes |
But now I love this money |
I used to love these hoes |