Werk It

Oh my god I just love the way you work it
Bobby Bag ain't afraid to make no purchase
When she see me out in public she get nervous
Ohhh that ass so perfect won't you get to twerkinnn

And a hoe can't tell me shit I get it my way
Off the double cup my brothers leaning sideways
Park it where you want just not up in the driveway
These bitches don't have a heart and I ain't talking skyway

Cause you know I'm Bobby Bag
Pull up in the beam and I can tell they mad
In the private jet with no jet lag
Thought you were the one but shit don't last

So I'm just sitting home stacking up racks
Don't call my phone no strings attached
Got it for the low I can't get taxed
Done with your hoe and you can have her back

Cause baby I've been on the road now
Trynna put on shows now
Baby I can't fold now
Yeah you probably wondering when I'm coming home now
Left her ass on seen and that's just how it goes now

In the club taking shots of patron
So when we leave baby I'm still in the zone
Just for the night yeah cause we feeling grown
These pussies fake and they acting like some clones

Keeping it working girl no don't you stop it
She feelin boujee so she scared to really pop it
No new friends and that's just how I'm rocking
Remember when we wasn't shit now it's crowded when we walk in

Why these hoes always looking for attention
I got the baggage baby not talking suspension
I don't even want it if it's not perfection
Prezzi on my wrist feel like I won the election

Baby girl I just love the way you work it
Bobby Bag ain't afraid to make no purchase
When she see me out in public she get nervous
Ohhh that ass so perfect won't you get you twerkinn

And a hoe can't tell me shit I get it my way
Off the double cup my brothers leaning sideways
Park it where you want just not in the driveway
These bitches don't have a heart I ain't talking skyway



Credits
Writer(s): Baltej Singh
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