[Intro]
(Y'all gon' have to put Mo in)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I’m drunk (I’m drunk)
I want a country ass n***a in a donk
Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom)
Young n***a wanna eat me up for lunch
Bitch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin' (Mmm)
I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching)
You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin (Ah)
I got all the bad bitch workin (Oh)

[Chorus]
Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
Fuck a broke n***a you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)
Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
Fuck a broke n***a you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

[Verse 1]
Rip a rich n***a outta them Amiri’s
I grant a n***a wish like a fairy
Queen of the white toes call me dairy
Why do fool fall in love, Halle Berry
Chanel bag with the racks in the middle
Real bitch, wе don’t talk under pillows
Walk it like I talk it, so a bitch gon’ feel her
Facе on ten, we don’t need no fillers
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I’m drunk
I want a country ass n***a in a donk
Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk
Young n***a wanna eat me up for lunch
Bitch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin'
I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose
You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin
I got all the bad bitch workin'

[Chorus]
Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
Fuck a broke n***a you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)
Workin', bitch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
Fuck a broke n***a you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

[Verse 2]
Goin' hard in my goyard
Bunch of bad bitches, bunch of black cards
Double R on the seats, roof full of stars
I can teach ya, but I have to charge
Makin' love in my chrome hearts
If he ain’t got the bag, I don’t want no parts
I ain’t fucking with the feds, we don’t do the marks
It’s the “Mmm” for me, quotation marks (Santana)
[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I’m drunk (I’m drunk)
I want a country ass n***a in a donk
Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom)
Young n***a wanna eat me up for lunch
Bitch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin' (Mmm)
I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching)
You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin (Ah)
I got all the bad bitch workin' (Oh)