Work of Art

Lyrics

[Intro: OhGeesy] Yeah (Niggas can't fuck with Baby E) [Verse 1: OhGeesy] Man, I got a question, tell me, what's your salary? You a work of art, you belong in a gallery We can run it up, burn a lot of calories Keep broke shit away, I got allergies Getting too much money, is that why these niggas mad at me? Too turnt up, yeah, that's the way I had to be It going out bad, out sad, what a tragedy Top-notch bitches, I don't fuck with hoes that's raggedy Can't you see, baby girl, that's why I'm fucking with you? Green twenties, pink fifties, and the hundreds is blue One day you be my bitch and I'ma run it by you New shoes, new bag, I might get you a coupe Put you on somethin' new give you residuals too You don't gotta say you feelin' me, I'm feelin' you too Take a dip in the jacuzzi and then swim in the pool Order takeout, smoke a blunt with it too Pop a glass to our soul and get drunk with it too You could bring your best friend, she gon' fuck with it too Bae, you fuckin' with a gangster, a gentleman too Be careful when you fuck with me, you'll stuck like some glue [Verse 2: Fenix Flexin] Hear it's money on the phone, I'm picking up every time You know I need every penny, but I ain't dropping no dimes If I ain't picking off your plate, why you picking off mine? I swear that pussy do Vodou, lil' baby still on my mind (She on my mind) When I look up in the past, I came a long way RIP the dead homies, I miss them all day He posting jewelry on the 'Gram, but it's all fake Huh, cut my grass, I looked down, it was all snakes Geesy finna pick me up ten times if I fall eight Baby know I got some long dick with some pape' Brought some molly with me, fuck her right, we made a whole tape Nut up in her mouth, all he tasted was some Colgate Rack-flipper, cash-getter, tryna grab niggas I ain't tryna squabble, ain't no blicky, I'ma stab niggas You know we gon' stand on business like a businessman Peanut butter Gen5 spinning like the ceiling fan, we need it, huh Hey, we on they block, buttons on us, yeah, we tryna kill a demon (Kill a demon) Ayy, spin they block, double back, they tryna help that nigga breathing But it's too late, all these niggas too fake, but pop it like the shoecase Huh, you know I got that water boy like Bobby Boucher I just made a hundred twenty thousand off of two plays Play with us, you know we on your top, we on your toupee I've been tryna ball since a jit, not no 2K This double make a nigga jump back, fix the two-face That pussy bomb as hell, that's my baby, that's my boo thing Ooh, dang