Work

[Intro: Nate Poetics] She knew exactly who I was becoming Reality of dreams, younger for memories of a still wonder of who I might be And for her it’s hard to stomach what’s left behind And what’s to come in the same introduction of a king Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle That by any means I produce wings like eagles Soar in the highest clouds to let my conscience free So I can feed ex-girls like sea gulls with bitter egos And out work Wale's ambitious girls with the tip of my penis To write stories, a young poetic genius And I mean this, there’s never been a day off Never been laid off, my own boss and my payoff is to get laid off Get a break off just to re-hire myself For the take off Beach House the EP [Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign] These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work I give no fucks, I give no damn I took my bitch straight from her man, from her man That nigga ain’t had much money as I do That nigga don’t know your body like I do Your friends think I ain’t shit, I don’t like them either Them hoes ain’t shit, they can’t keep no man either Ain’t believing me then but you see me now Said you’d never trust me again but you believe me now And now somehow we supposed to fix ya [Hook] These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] Baby girl she 100 my mind right, that’s real stuntin She in the crowd tryna fly it for me I fucked around and then went for it I love that girl so much I fucked around and paid the rent for her Feel like I’m the right pimp for her But we got enough, she ain’t gotta work I give it to er, I got it first She right here, I ain’t gotta search We in a party… We in a party, I’m amused by how you move yo body Baby girl she more poppin in the 12 gauge shotty She got 4 shots, we goin up, I don’t need no molly These hoes fuck with the squad, she ran through the whole posse Girl I think about you when I’m in that hotel lobby I’m coming home to you, yea I got work for yo body [Hook] [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] I’m gonna work on it You gon get this work, girl I’mma throw these bands You gon make it clap with no hands When her ass down, goddamn You gon get this work girl Oh oh oh (You gon get this work girl) I’mma throw these bands You gon make it clap with no hands When her ass down, damn [Hook] [Bridge] I used to love these hoes I used to love these hoes I used to love these hoes But now I love this money I used to love these hoes [Verse 4: Twista] Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind But when they realize that I gotta grind I replaced the lies and the thighs and the hotter dimes With the fuckin rhymes and the ties and the dolla signs The symbol of the Caduceus I full want my mental producers I’m leaving these haters clueless When I spit because they missin what I get because I’m cold Real niggas listen to the shit that I unfold I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin these hoes Now that I be on my money, it’s funny the way that I govern these hoes And I be runnin these hoes, doin whatever I wanna do with em As long as I be on my paper, cus I’m gon let nothing in front of me after my currency flow And if we getting the fetty so up But I throw it away but the bitches don’t want If they talk about me Your position to fall will be nothing I’m done wit yo frontin, just give me yo dollars, I don’t wanna holler I don’t want yo woman, I want the Apollo But see for the Benjamins I got my shotta And Twista love dollars but I admit [Bridge]