That Work

Moving so fast I can't be stopped
Always be roast, no coffee-pot
Stop, pause, take my pulse
Drummers be drumming you can feel the pulse
Move into the beat move your feet get rhythm
Squares to a prism what's a diamond to an album
I can see them hiding- so I go in, get them
Coach said get them and I told coach got them
Raw I go in, wet like lotion
No commotion, speaker roasting
I'm hot smoking, bread French toasting
I'm past hot like I'm straight molten
Call me token, I be poking
Bad Bitch getting' so outspoken
French broad stealing, lady thrilling
I'm so hot I burn the building

You know I run through crews
I'll lick them grooves
Freak bitches dizzy
That work
I put in
I put in all day
And you know this
You notice right
And you know this
You know that's right
I put in work
Freak bitches all day

License plate I registrar
I run the streets like a legislator
Serve you up like I'm your waiter
With more swag like I'm a caterer
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Back that ass up for a big pappy
Girl look good & she got a lil ump
Nothing like a dumpster but got junk in the trunk
No need to dump her if she got what you want
And I'm not one to brag but I do my own stunts
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Shawty going hard like she mad at me
Back that ass up for a big pappy

You know I run through crews
I'll lick them grooves
Freak bitches dizzy
That work
I put in
I put in all day
And you know this
You notice right
And you know this
You know that's right
I put in work
Freak bitches all day
You know I run through crews
I'll lick them grooves
Freak bitches dizzy
That work
I put in
I put in all day
And you know this
You notice right
And you know this
You know that's right
I put in work
Freak bitches all day

Paper Paper Paper man
Money ain't an issue
Hot as fire and I get more ass than a tissue
I'm a ball hog think I'm passing bitch forget you
Never coming back like the mail man missed you
Never coming back like we up by forty
Leave you on your back like you drank four forties
Leave you in the dust like I run a 4.40
And drown you in my flow like it rained for forty
Listen to my story
Lion I be roaring
Never sleep on me
Cause a nigga never boring
No such thing as dripping
Always I be pouring
I couldn't hear your verse
Over all the people snoring
Back that ass up & look back at it
Back that ass up & look back at it
Back that ass up & look back at it
Look back at it & look back at it
Word on the street is I spit straight heat
If a sucker try me he can taste defeat
If they run up on me they can catch these feet
These hands catch a man; catch a body, so unplanned
There is no plan B, if you plot on C. Laney
Too cool got these bitches at a drool
Like a picture they at a stand still
Oh no don't remind me
Got three goons behind me
Swept her off her feet like her name was Hermione
Never on time but I come through timely
Come through blinding
All up in her eye now
Grinding like I'm like PSY now
Gangnam style
Even if you tried can't jack my style
So unique & I don't know how
I'm way to cool for school
I showed up just to hit the pool

You know I run through crews
I'll lick them grooves
Freak bitches dizzy
That work
I put in
I put in all day
And you know this
You notice right
And you know this
You know that's right
I put in work
Freak bitches all day
I said I run through crews
I'll lick them grooves
Freak bitches dizzy
That work
I put in
I put in all day
And you know this
You notice right
And you know this
You know that's right
I put in work
Freak bitches all day

All good things come with hard work
I had to lift up that skirt
All good things come with hard work
I had to lift up that skirt
All good things come with hard work
I had to lift up that skirt
All good things come with hard work
I had too
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lift up them panties
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lift up them panties
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lift up them panties
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lift up them panties
All good things come with hard work
I had to lift up that skirt
All good things come with hard work
I had to lift up that skirt
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lift up them panties
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lift up them panties
Run through crews
I'll lick them grooves
Freak bitches dizzy
That work
I put in
I put in all day
And you know this
You notice right
And you know this
You know that's right
I put in work
Freak bitches all day
All good things come with hard work
Had to lift up that skirt
All good things come with hard work
Had to lift up that skirt
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lift up them panties
Hard work can win ya Grammys
Had to lick, lick, lick, lick



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Laney
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