Pt. 2 (feat. Aisteezo & Rillo Asante)
Ye! ye!
Ye!
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up late night and I couldn't even be on time
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up till' the daylight (gettin money all the time)
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up late night and I couldn't even be on time
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up till' the daylight, daylight, daylight
High
Fashion
High
Fashion
Who do you call
Who do you call for lovin'?
Who's on the phone, when you're at home
And all alone, (When you're all alone, baby)
And all alone (When you're all alone, baby)
Victim is chose
It's your turn to fold
Just face it
Try to let go, she still has a hold
She'll take your soul
She'll take your soul
Please don't waste my time cause I can't get a refund
If you ain't talking bout the money bro then we done
Get the heck up outta here you showing weak love
We got no space for that you know you'll get your head spun
Who the fuck you thought this was?
Gettin' shit straight from the mud
Write another song before these pussy niggas cop a dub
Money make you fall in love
Specially if its offered up
Giving thanks to God cause he did everything they offered us
And let the church sing
And let the church sing
And let the church sing
We let the church sing
Ye!
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up late night and I couldn't even be on time
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up till' the daylight (gettin money all the time)
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up late night and I couldn't even be on time
Work work, day and night
Getting money all the time
Up till' the daylight, daylight, daylight
High
Fashion
High
Fashion
Who do you call
Who do you call for lovin'?
Who's on the phone, when you're at home
And all alone, (When you're all alone, baby)
And all alone (When you're all alone, baby)
Victim is chose
It's your turn to fold
Just face it
Try to let go, she still has a hold
She'll take your soul
She'll take your soul
Please don't waste my time cause I can't get a refund
If you ain't talking bout the money bro then we done
Get the heck up outta here you showing weak love
We got no space for that you know you'll get your head spun
Who the fuck you thought this was?
Gettin' shit straight from the mud
Write another song before these pussy niggas cop a dub
Money make you fall in love
Specially if its offered up
Giving thanks to God cause he did everything they offered us
And let the church sing
And let the church sing
And let the church sing
We let the church sing
Credits
Writer(s): Rashid Asante
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