Workin

Lyrics
[Intro] (Y'all gon' have to put Mo in) [Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I want a country ass nigga in a donk Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom) Young nigga wanna eat me up for lunch Bitch, I ain't wavy, I'm surfin' (Mmm) I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching) You's a broke boy can't buy a brikin (Ah) I got all the bad bitch workin (Oh) [Chorus] Workin', bitch come work it (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh) Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh) Workin', bitch come work it (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh) Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh) [Verse 1] Rip a rich nigga outta them Amiri's I grant a nigga wish like a fairy Queen of the white toes call me dairy Why do fool fall in love, Halle Berry Chanel bag with the racks in the middle Real bitch, wе don't talk under pillows Walk it like I talk it, so a bitch gon' feel her Facе on ten, we don't need no fillers [Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I'm drunk I want a country ass nigga in a donk Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk Young nigga wanna eat me up for lunch Bitch, I ain't wavy, I'm surfin' I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose You's a broke boy can't buy a brikin I got all the bad bitch workin' [Chorus] Workin', bitch come work it (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh) Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh) Workin', bitch come work it (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh) Fuck a broke nigga you can swerve him (Ow) Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh) [Verse 2] Goin' hard in my goyard Bunch of bad bitches, bunch of black cards Double R on the seats, roof full of stars I can teach ya, but I have to charge Makin' love in my chrome hearts If he ain't got the bag, I don't want no parts I ain't fucking with the feds, we don't do the marks It's the "Mmm" for me, quotation marks (Santana) [Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I'm drunk (I'm drunk) I want a country ass nigga in a donk Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom) Young nigga wanna eat me up for lunch Bitch, I ain't wavy, I'm surfin' (Mmm) I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching) You's a broke boy can't buy a brikin (Ah) I got all the bad bitch workin' (Oh)
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Credits
- Writers
- Saucy Santana