Work

Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is work
Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is work
You see popping up on your big screens
Collecting Grammy's, Commas, Moonmen
This is history
Get everything that I want
This is my dream
Manifesting like Ariana with 7 Rings
Lights, Camera, Action, Bitch
I'm the main attraction, Bitch
No you will not see me lose
Quote me in your caption, Bitch
Real big stepper in my Prism Heist Buckle Boots
Catch me playing 'round your neck
Til I make you my footstool
Woah
Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is Work
Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is Work
Racks I need that
Bread I feed that
Bands I keep that
Blow it just to see you twerk
Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is Work
I'm the biggest artist on the planet
Blocked by the paparazzi flash at the Hamptons
Ask about a beef, why?
No I won't address it
Fly around the world with a tour on my checklist
You see how fun it is to be me
Be Me
You bitches ain't got no money
While i'm rocking with Normani
Ain't this shit kinda funny
How you hate but stream me hunni
Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is Work
Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is Work
Racks I need that
Bread I feed that
Bands I keep that
Blow it just to see you twerk
Work Work
Work Work
Work Work
All i'm bout to do is Work



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Gibson
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