I Got Work

I got work
I got work
I got work

I got work
I got work
I got work

I got work
I got work
I got work

I got
I got
I got
I got

I got pounds of the blow
You can snort it off the scale

Big nose motha fucker
You can put it all in there

Good dope no Cut
You can stretch it how u wanna

You can love that bitch
To death

But she gonn
Fuck
If she love money

I got racks
I got racks

So you know
I got her Runnin

Yeah I got her RUNNIN
Yeah u know that pussy cumin

All this money
Trap money

Take ya time with the shit
Every dollar ain't good
Yeah that lick could be the man

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Fuckin up your re up money

She gonna fuck
When you got money
You ain't gotta give her shit

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Gave ya counterfeit money

Everybody claim they 100
Till it's time to be 100

Everybody ain't ya nigga
Closest niggas switch up on ya

Closest niggas tell on ya
Can't even get ya bail money

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This that bag talk dummy

YEAH NIGGA
THIS THAT DGM SHIT
LIKE MY LIL NIGGA TOBY SAY
GO GET YOU SOME MONEY NIGGA



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Writer(s): Brick Boy
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