Work

[Intro] Rolling, we’re rolling! Yeah! [Hook] Riding with the steel, puffing on the purp Overtime on you niggas, cuz im goin to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work Overtime on you niggas, going to work I’m gonna get it any means necessary Cuz you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary I'm going to work I'm going to work I'm going to work [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Gotta go to court tomorrow, DA on my dick So I'mma wear my Audemar, just to make her sick I might go yellow Presi on her, just to make her pissed Then go home and break a brick and break it down to bacon bits I'm going to work I'm going to work The phone's popping, like we on the first We up on Neiman's, we going berserk A nigga cross me, he going to church Ridin through the hood, back of the 'Bach Started in the front, now they in back of the 'Bach No love for the haters, no rap for the rats Velcro shorty, we strapped and they strapped Half you niggas telling so we never sell em work They don't wanna come and get it so we mail em work Put my money in it so you know it better work And my shooters with me so you know they put in work [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I might go buy a boat tomorrow, just to take a trip Big belly rude boy, bad Jamaican bitch I head straight to Colombia, I'm talking Bogota Ship em up to Philly, Milly living like he Gorbachev Not the Reagen Era but a nigga making cheddar Rayful Edmond in the mirror and I'm never telling The game sweet soda, seats watermelon Clip full of sunflower seeds in my Mac-11 And I steal a mothafucka's like a student felon Bookbags full of blocks and them bitches selling I'm going to work, I'm going to work I'm going to work, I'm going to work [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Got some youngins that will murder for a new bike Have you looking like you're fresh up out a food fight Spaghetti on your head, shirt ketchup red Shooting banana clips, we ain't never scared Niggas say they looking for me, the ain't ever there I'm like a Metro Phone Store cuz I'm everywhere I'm gone get it any means necessary Cuz you know I'm bout my paper like a secretary Gave my nigga fifty years, forever buried He said he gone make it home like he neva worried He said he’s gonna make it home like in Neveruary, damn! Free my homie Rick, and free my homie Brick Doing hard time, love the 36 Tried to get her number, shawty she ain’t on me Wanna fuck me now, i’m like you dirty bitch! Rookie of the year cause I murder shit, murder! And I'm way back, cause it’ maybach [Hook]