Work Get It
Man are top flight, in it, init
Never had a deal but I'm winning
Only gotta smile, man, I live with the women
Shut it down with the bottles, man, I feel like I'm swimming
Push it to the limit, my business card
Call it MasterP, why? Cuh fucker it's got no limit
Wait a minute, ain't finished, been a killing
But I talk to God when I walk along
Don't know why these niggas wanna par though
They don't know our side [?]
In the car, winging about to Rascal
Young yute out here tryna bruk up a partial
[?] arsehole, pussy, where you come from?
Scared money don't make no money, money
Now winner winner, it's sunny for me
All from these pictures, they're calling me Funny Tummy, rah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it
Work, work, go hard
Work get it, get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Yeah, this is all I do
My team ball, nigga, 352
I gave you lot an extra O
I didn't wanna spell it out but you need my loot
I'm a T-side yout, I'm rolling
I beat it up, she looks swollen
When I come around, I shut it down
And that was with the place still open
I could spend 100 bags before closing
100 bags on my clothing
100 bags on what I'm rolling
If I ain't 300, you're smoking
See, the history books will have my name in it, so
They better spell that right
Or I'll burn every page, that's word to my grave
And I ain't never gonna die
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it
Work, work, go hard
Work get it, get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Look, I don't take no breaks or days off
Until it pays off
24/7 I never had a day job
I was stuck on the road but tryna take off
Now I take trips in a grey fog
Catch planes all summer
Still getting paid all summer
Brudda, I'm tryna save you some of
So don't ask why I never rave with the bruddas
I was born to lose, built to win, yeah
My life wasn't all a cruise, I had to sink or swim, yeah
You get me? I've come a long way from my first lyric
Your top 5, they couldn't better my worst lyric
You know them mottos in my hood, we gotta work get it
You get it? Yeah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it
Work, work, go hard
Work get it, get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Never had a deal but I'm winning
Only gotta smile, man, I live with the women
Shut it down with the bottles, man, I feel like I'm swimming
Push it to the limit, my business card
Call it MasterP, why? Cuh fucker it's got no limit
Wait a minute, ain't finished, been a killing
But I talk to God when I walk along
Don't know why these niggas wanna par though
They don't know our side [?]
In the car, winging about to Rascal
Young yute out here tryna bruk up a partial
[?] arsehole, pussy, where you come from?
Scared money don't make no money, money
Now winner winner, it's sunny for me
All from these pictures, they're calling me Funny Tummy, rah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it
Work, work, go hard
Work get it, get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Yeah, this is all I do
My team ball, nigga, 352
I gave you lot an extra O
I didn't wanna spell it out but you need my loot
I'm a T-side yout, I'm rolling
I beat it up, she looks swollen
When I come around, I shut it down
And that was with the place still open
I could spend 100 bags before closing
100 bags on my clothing
100 bags on what I'm rolling
If I ain't 300, you're smoking
See, the history books will have my name in it, so
They better spell that right
Or I'll burn every page, that's word to my grave
And I ain't never gonna die
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it
Work, work, go hard
Work get it, get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Look, I don't take no breaks or days off
Until it pays off
24/7 I never had a day job
I was stuck on the road but tryna take off
Now I take trips in a grey fog
Catch planes all summer
Still getting paid all summer
Brudda, I'm tryna save you some of
So don't ask why I never rave with the bruddas
I was born to lose, built to win, yeah
My life wasn't all a cruise, I had to sink or swim, yeah
You get me? I've come a long way from my first lyric
Your top 5, they couldn't better my worst lyric
You know them mottos in my hood, we gotta work get it
You get it? Yeah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it
Work, work, go hard
Work get it, get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Sinclaire Scott, Jacqueline Pelham-leigh, Aaron Joseph Marston, Tayo Grant Jarrett, Ariowa Ogheneochuko Kennedy Irosogie, Ikeoluwa Oluwatobi Oluwajare Oladigbolu
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