Lyrics I Work Hard - Waka Flocka Flame

I Work Hard

I work hard, shawty, I’m out here trying to get it\nOn the block with the crack and the midget\nNiggas trying to haunt me like they running with the coppers\nWant to rob me, see me make them stupid ass niggas\nPosted at the gas station, hand-to-hand pitching\nClayco pulled up, now I’m running from the snitches\nSeven days trapping, now I’m stunting on them bitches\nHoes, they in love with me, they wanna get new bitches\nI work hard, shawty, I’m out here trying to get it\nSelling crack, selling pills, yes, we got them midgets\nI work hard, dog, trying to see a million\nI’m talking money so high, you can stack it to the ceiling\nI work hard, shawty, I’m out here trying to get it\nSelling crack, selling pills, yes, we got them midgets\nI work hard, dog, trying to see a million\nI’m talking money so high, you can stack it to the ceiling\nYoung nigga there, young nigga here\nFuck with me, shawty, this a young nigga year\nTruckload backing in, truckload backing out\nSo much fucking mid in this trap house\nBoy, I’m plugged in, yes, my hands in\nGot that mild mid, got that loud mid\nGot a juug for 50 pounds, I call Mario\nThat young nigga, Chaz? That’s my little bro\nI’m posted on the Grove with B. Ceezy moving beans\nMy life green and white, and 4K\nMarried to the game, my wife name is Mary Jane\nWaka Flocka Flame, that’s my stage name\nLearn the real name before you judge this young nigga\nAsk a lame nigga and ask these fuck niggas\nI don’t play with niggas, games is not played\nStunt, ball, keep it real and do my fucking thing\nI work hard, shawty, I’m out here trying to get it\nSelling crack, selling pills, yes, we got them midgets\nI work hard, dog, trying to see a million\nI’m talking money so high, you can stack it to the ceiling\nI work hard, shawty, I’m out here trying to get it\nSelling crack, selling pills, yes, we got them midgets\nI work hard, dog, trying to see a million\nI’m talking money so high, you can stack it to the ceiling\nYeah, nigga\nAnd I’m not using no red rag or this lime green flag\nTo move on in life, partner\nThis shit one hundred, nigga\nMatter of fact, this shit is five hundred to three hundred, nigga\nWhat’s happening with that, pussy ass nigga?\nAnd you know I fuck with everybody, nigga\nEverybody fuck with me, nigga\nThis shit strong right here, partner\nAnd I ain’t talking about muscles, nigga\n'Cause I don’t lift shit, nigga\nWhole motherfucking Fab 5, man\nFree my nigga Chaz\nWhat it do, Slim? What it do, Dae Dae?\nTrap, what’s happening, man?\nYou know this shit 'bout\nB. Ceezy, P. Ceeze\nI work hard, shawty, I’m out here trying to get it\nSelling crack, selling pills, yes, we got them midgets\nI work hard, dog, trying to see a million\nI’m talking money so high, you can stack it to the ceiling\nI work hard, shawty, I’m out here trying to get it\nSelling crack, selling pills, yes, we got them midgets\nI work hard, dog, trying to see a million\nI’m talking money so high, you can stack it to the ceiling