Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Work On My Wrist, artist - Young Dolph. Album song Bosses & Shooters, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Work On My Wrist |
I got the work on my wrist, I got the work on my shit |
I got the work on my bitch, how I’m still working, I’m rich |
Nigga you know that I’m working |
Nigga you know my bitch twerking |
Nigga you know I ain’t hurting |
I got to get it for certain |
I got the work on my wrist, I got the work on my shit |
I got the work on my bitch, you know that I’m working, I’m rich |
Nigga you know I ain’t hurting |
Nigga you know that I’m working |
Nigga you know my bitch twerking |
I got to get it for certain |
You keep them bowls of the regular |
I got them bowls on the regular |
My blunts deformed, irregular |
My plug be calling my cellular |
Nigga I get it, I get it |
I multiply, stacking my digits |
You coming up short like a midget |
I’m throwing the pack like a Frisbee |
You say that you getting some money |
We know that you live with your mommy |
We get this shit in, we break this shit down |
You see this shit red like a mummy |
You know I be running the trap |
These niggas just running some laps |
I weigh the dope up, I roll this shit up |
I smoke this shit ‘til I collapse |
Memphis got nothing but shooters |
Travelling like I’m a hooper |
One day in Memphis, the next day Atlanta |
They like the way I maneuver |
This shit I’m smoking is potent |
You catch me, I’m pouring my potion |
I’m all on your girl like lotion |
She see my network, she know that I’m social |
These niggas be looking so pitiful |
I’m dropping the bowls on the digital |
I’m killing this shit, I’m killing this shit |
Man all I need is my cereal |
No limit with it, stay |
I hope in the Bentley, stay Audi |
I’m sipping that lean, I’m smoking that kush |
Shit knock me out like Ronda Rousey |
I got the work on my wrist, I got the work on my shit |
I got the work on my bitch, how I’m still working, I’m rich |
Nigga you know that I’m working |
Nigga you know my bitch twerking |
Nigga you know I ain’t hurting |
I got to get it for certain |
I got the work on my wrist, I got the work on my shit |
I got the work on my bitch, you know that I’m working, I’m rich |
Nigga you know I ain’t hurting |
Nigga you know that I’m working |
Nigga you know my bitch twerking |
I got to get it for certain |
Me and my niggas the wildest |
The shit you smoking the mildest |
I’m dripping this flavor, they biting the swag |
Nigga you might need a stylist |
Every day know I be on |
That pistol be popping like corn |
It wake you up like an alarm |
Your girl text me «hi» like a form |
I went and put ice on my charm |
I send the bomb just like Saddam |
Memphis the new Vietnam |
You get wet up in the storm |
I got to be with that work |
That bitch keep the shit up her skirt |
I take a look and she smirk |
She stack it up just like a clerk |
Tell the plug send in ten packs |
Make all the money then send it right back |
I don’t know how to act with these racks |
Tell the plug go head and find me some Act |
High as the trap out the roller |
Pushing them babies, no strollers |
In my hand, no remote controller |
Sick with this shit, got ebola |
My shoes straight out of the factory |
My diamonds it’s looking like Daiquiri |
I pull up in Porsches and Benzes |
Diamonds got your ho so attention me |
Nigga I’m working, i’m working |
I got to get it for certain |
The Maybach come with no curtains |
This money I’m getting disturbing |
I got the work on my wrist, I got the work on my shit |
I got the work on my bitch, how I’m still working, I’m rich |
Nigga you know that I’m working |
Nigga you know my bitch twerking |
Nigga you know I ain’t hurting |
I got to get it for certain |
I got the work on my wrist, I got the work on my shit |
I got the work on my bitch, you know that I’m working, I’m rich |
Nigga you know I ain’t hurting |
Nigga you know that I’m working |
Nigga you know my bitch twerking |
Nigga you know I ain’t hurting |
I got to get it for certain |