@Work

Lyrics

[Chorus: Boonie Mayfield] Ugh Bitch, I work at Walmart Pull your card, no Hallmark This is what you call artistic shit Missed it if it went over your head Because I knocked it out your ballpark Put this into y'all cart Cop it 'Cause I get work 'Cause I get work 'Cause I get work 'Cause I get work [Verse 1: Giane Morris Vaughn] Ugh Bitch, I work at Burger King Got doe but not ordering Busy on my telephone Y'all can't get that hoe to ring Keep y'all on that other line Ain't got time I'm on my grind So tell them haters to get up off it 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work [Chorus: Boonie Mayfield] Bitch, I work at Walmart Pull your card, no hallmark This is what you call artistic shit, missed it If it went over your head because I knocked it out your ballpark Put this into y'all cart, cop it 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work I work everywhere bitch [Verse 2: Jesse Saturn] Bitch, I ain't even got a job And I ain't got no food either This corn on the cob ain't shit Like these stripper hoes is just known teasers But I eat it anyway She satisfy my thirst and make my hunger go away Still gettin off 'cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work [Verse 3: iStayJammin] Ugh I work at Noodles doe, bitch Make the pesto perfecto Let's go to the studio, bitch For real doe, I hate my job Got me gassed up, Texaco So I hopped a bus to the Alamo And I'ma come back strapped with a calico And get this work, work, work doe Get this work, work, work doe Come get this work, work, work doe Let's get this work, work, work, work doe [Chorus: iStayJammin & Boonie Mayfield] Bitch, I work at Walmart Pull your card no hallmark This is what you call artistic shit, missed it If it went over your head because I knocked it out your ballpark Put this into y'all cart, cop it 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work, work 'Cause I get work, work I work everywhere bitch [4th Verse: Jordan Craft] Now Solomon, you better throw me on this shit Ugh Bitch, don't quit your day job To get here, y'all are ways off All my niggas we get promoted And y'all niggas get laid off We grind hard, no days off We shine bright, we all-stars You going HAM up in the club? You niggas ain't no ball hogs My name is Mr. Bill Collector Dodging all of my phone calls It says your number's disconnected You delete me out your phone logs? You can pay me every dollar and the interest charged Now I think you owe something And I'm talking more than 50 Large I'm clever, I'm really clever Over your head, I have feathers As fly as ever, I hath no effort Bitches thirsty like desert level expert under pressure Rap niggas are so corny and I don't like your texture Now they want on my dick, got enough that you can measure You gon' feel it when I cum, mind fucks its been a pleasure Give two fucks, it gets better When it rains, bring umbrellas, bitch I get this work no matter what the weather is [Outro: Jordan Craft, Boonie Mayfield & Giane Morris Vaughn] Bitch!