Gotta Work

Lyrics

[Intro] (Okay, KMoney) BandGang [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] You spent your last tryna take your bitch to eat out My bitch'd sell that cat like Chinese takeout I bust on that bitch face, she tried to make out Saw you kissin' on the 'Gram, threw up in my mouth You bought that bitch a Birkin bag, you her sugar daddy I made her bag a QP, ain't even buy no baggies She had a couple trash bags, they came in handy She packed your shit up after I hit her, she was so happy She drove me OT and back, I gave her five hundred Would've gave that bitch a band, that ain't nothin' She was doin' five over on the lodge and got deducted Her friend got left in Bowling Green, Ohio, caught her [?] She raised her voice and stormed out, I smacked her from the other room You kissin' on that bitch in public, get a room Your pockets ain't got shit in 'em but lint, buy a broom I just hit his bitch in unc' Bentley, it's a move [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, bitch, you gotta work, huh, hey Bitch, you gotta work, huh, hey Bitch, you gotta work, work, work, hey This bitch better know my worth You can't get no purse Bitch, you gotta bring it in first, hold on Hold on, got this lil' bitch sellin' that kitty Like my merch, hey Eenie-meenie-miney-mo Which, huh, one of y'all hoes? Better bring the BandMan Huh, by the hundred long [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, ayy, bitch, you wanna wear this stone? Huh, you wanna get these phones? Uh Ho, you wanna go in these motherfuckin' stores? Huh Let me know And this a goal Ho, you wanna sit in that kitchen? You wanna whip some coke? But one thing for sure, huh Lil' bitch, you ain't finna sit around here broke, huh And two things for sure, huh Bitch, I better have my money, leave you [?] [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, bitch, you gotta work, huh, hey Bitch, you gotta work, huh, hey Bitch, you gotta work, work, work, hey This bitch better know my worth You can't get no purse Bitch, you gotta bring it in first, hold on Hold on, got this lil' bitch sellin' that kitty Like my—