I Got Work

Lyrics

[Chorus] In the kitchen once again I done gave the dope a (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid Thousand pills and thousand seals Fuck you niggas, come again I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work [Verse 1] 80 baby crazy In this kitchen with Patrick Swayze And the yay is dirty dancing And it's white like Marilyn Manson, nigga I just bought a mansion way before some rap advances Michael Jackson with the work 'cause I make the J's start dancing All this guacamole, got my pants on MC Hammer Smoking on the gas like a nigga got cancer They say bands a make her dance, so I turned her to a dancer (?) with the bags, got me riding on Prances Freddie sent the gas but the bricks from cousin Hector Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, they come on schedule Prada head to toe, so I'm dancing with the devil NASA with the swag, something like a space shuttle Rock band drums, so I'm blasting heavy metal 32 Ent, we got keys just like piano All my young nigga with me, using sticks and bandannas All my young nigga around me, using sticks and bandannas [Chorus] In the kitchen once again I done gave the dope a (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid Thousand pills and thousand seals Fuck you niggas, come again I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work [Verse 2] Dirty shoe walking Put a hole in your head like a dolphin, nigga J wanna hit Kenny Lofton, nigga No apple, got sauce young nigga Hit yo' baby mama with the long dill pickle Jewelry look like a cold icicle Came a long way from (?) With Pollo and then with Hillfiger Finger fuck the money with my trigger finger You know I keep white like that nigga Justin Bieber Made the birds sing like a R&B singer Posted in the trap with a brand new Fisker Brand new paint looking like wet pussy Bouldercrest nigga with the bomb and them bushes Call me Sesame Street, gotta keep them cookies Switched from a Breitlin to all gold Rollie Sixteen gold, twenty two carat trophy 2014 Corvette on Forgis All this trap money (?) Pounds of the white, you can call a nigga Tony Trap with the testament, judgement Rollie Turn up, turn up, them I done roll it If it ain't gas, you know I don't smoke it If it ain't a thirty, you know I ain't toting it Thirty one shots so you know my clip loaded Quick to slam a nigga like a fur named Kobe Shouts out to my fur dawg named Chloe (?) dollar named baby girl Courtney Pockets on green, so I'm walking with a Breitling You know i keep a Glock like my nigga Charlie Barkley Damn, yo girl head sure is sloppy Kinco swag cause these fuck niggas copy [Chorus] In the kitchen once again I done gave the dope a (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid Thousand pills and thousand seals Fuck you niggas, come again I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work