Work (G-Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro] King shit Yeah, yo Yeah Who else we got? You know who it is Work Sorry for the wait, my nigga Work, work I showed you niggas love with the work though Ugh I know that it took me all day to bring the yay But shit, I'm here now, hope you niggas read' to play I been countin' money all day, what I'ma say? Pull up on my niggas like, "Y'all wanna get paid?" [Verse 1] Quarterback the rollers, I'm Aaron Rogers with motors Got the flake with no soda, make mockeries out of quotas Give out eights to my soldiers, play with my paper, I smoke 'em Keepin' a chopper loaded and got no time for no holsters Get a half a slab, let Billy blow up the bag Then hit the hood like a sav, drop anybody I ask See, this ain't for beginners who scared to get it, I seen it Crystal church and cathedrals for any tweaker that needs 'em Get as much as you need and let 'em go buy the D You wanna hustle for Gs? My nigga, let's get this cheese Took a brick out the earth, came back home with a smirk In border racks and solid packs he'll finally blow up We got work, holdin' down the turf, tax whoever serve If you ain't gettin' your work from us, your business will get curbed We got work, up and down the turf, cut some packs and swerve 'Bout to put the hood on lock when I send out all these birds [Verse 2] Trip my ho, nigga Got it wholesale, Team Costco, nigga Fiends been with us 'cause our rocks smoke bigger Right there on the corner by the pothole fishin' My office door never close, twenty-four and some mo' Got tree, got booze, got snow Got blow, got pills, got 'dro like I'm T.I. right hand man Let's go, trappin' down with the back nineteen Come from The Bay where they scream out, "Yee!" And either that bitch has gotta pay that fee We don't trick for no whores, they cater to a P Twenty-eight for the P, no shake, no seeds Everything for the low, for the blow and D In the right place at the right time with the right rhyme Who's to say? You can make me rich Get 'em, go, go, go, go I'm gone, they coppin' like they grocery shoppin' Bro, he got ounces, if I ever see the top, bottom Straight probably have 'em all in, got nothin' to lose I got somethin' to prove, hustle hard like a grown up And blow up, sho' 'nuff, this hundo uncut This might make hte price go up, sho' 'nuff D-boy, lookin' out for them decoys Memoirs of a D-boy, previously employed Wasn't makin more, now then, take it to the boys Drama, death to informants Got my spider sense tinglin' Please watch how you speak around him And I always make 'em take a hit Before they spend, no fraud, ayy [Chorus] Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Break a bag) Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Yeah) Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us [Verse 3] I'm just a middle man nigga, rockin' cocaine, nigga All these rats and these robbers got my finger on the trigger You bound to end up dead or in the fed or somethin' Sittin' 'round, ain't gettin' more than dough, what you scared or somethin'? I was raised 'round convicts who stayed pullin' licks Started off in this bitch with a mask and pistol grip Runnin' off at the lip 'bout the grip he was makin' Braggin' to his bitch 'cause he bringin' home the bacon But his damn mouth flyin' off like a rocket Caught him up in the parkin' lot and I robbed him Was icy than a bitch, now he naked like a stripper And wanna put some bread on my head like a skripper [Verse 4] I got work, nigga I got major work I got OG, I got cookies and you know I got that purp It's perico like it's legal, bitch I learned that in the dirt Then I hit my nigga Ca$his and he hit me with that work Rah, woo, see this just the shit I gotta do Movin' state to state, shit too easy, I just gotta do it Money keep on comin', I should teach a class on how to do it They say, "Mr. Major, you so major, teach us how to do it" Woo, you get to work and then you flip that shit Then you double up and cut it up and then become the plug I be with them niggas, yeah, we hustle 'til the sun come up Made niggas always put in work, that's why they bitin' us [Chorus] Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Break a bag) Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Yeah) Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us [Verse 5] Went J-O for some bucks, threw fifty in the stash Went straight to the bank, had a hundred, no dash Kid not, this ain't a game My interscope got an aftermath that'll emulate This shit's insane Yeuch, I ain't been the same Pull up, pull up, chill, I do damage Fuck it, hold up, still Keep it always hundred still Break it, roll it, hit it, here (Whoo) Never conceal snitches, doggin' my heels Duck motherfucker, my gun duck for reals Slay haters, death appeal Get up out my face you fake imitators Activate flame, I blaze instigators Rectify, best if I Let the nine blast instead of testify Bullets to your dome and accessorize I sully I defy Against all odds, go hard 'til I die Punk ass haters, meet the four-five