[Verse 1: Cloudmaster Price]
Ayy, okay not no intro shotty, yeah what's up?
I got it leaned up, fallin' out the cup
These n***as thinkin' that they on, but they stuck, ayy
Ayy, I was flawless, Rap Gang, Janet Jackson, ayy
And your n***a came up like splashin' woke
And yeah, my shit is spinnin' head, they just tappin', yeah
And I'm a really poor love with the boy, ayy
And if you in my city, then you got a drug, woah
I pull up on the spot and yeah, I really skirt, damn
And when the bass drop, watch the mama twerk, yeah
Ayy, young n***a, I just had to change a plan, damn
I did it all on my own, I'm the man

[Chorus: Cloudmaster Price]
I'ma really pull up on these n***as like, yeah
Ayy, you gon' get this work, ayy, you gon' get this work, yeah
I'ma really put up on these n***as likе, yeah
Ayy, you gon' get this work, yeah , you gon' gеt this work
I'ma take a hoe to church , ayy, she gon' get this work
Bitch, I'm louder than some perps, singing J' J.R. Oliver
Ayy, you gon' get this work, I'ma make your hoe my clerk
Got her racks all on my shirt, yeah, you gon' get this work

[Verse 2: Doechii]
Won't you lift my skirt and you can put that work in?
Know this, you been workin'
Pray that this punani worth it
Welcome to the land of Doechii
Pick food from my doltry
He married to this music if he fought me, it's adultery
Come see me do work on you hoes
Could bury a bitch with the dirt on you hoes
Don't cheat the funk and the groove in the soul
Marry that hoe if her yoni is gold
Mine gold, heart cold, cold heart, gold mines
Think alike, thinkin' I might let you feel inside
Fantasize how you may feel inside
Thinkin' I might let you slide inside
Dependin' on how the wind blow outside
Now tell that whole clerk to put that on file
Matter of fact, bitch, write this down
None of you rappers can fuck with Cloud
Don't you sound on the fucking cloud
And none of you bitches can fuck with me
Tap a bitch is better over the air
[Chorus: Cloudmaster Price]
I'ma really put up on these n***as like, yeah, ayy
You gon' get this work, ayy, you gon' get this work
I'ma really put up on these n***as like, yeah
You gon' get this work, ayy, you gon' get this work
I'ma take a hoe to church, ayy, she gon' get this work
Bitch, I'm louder than some perps, singin' J.R.R. LeVert
Ay, you gon' get this work, I'ma make your hoe my clerk
Got her racks all on my shirt, yeah, you gon' get this work

[Verse 3: Cloudmaster Price]
Now hold up, let me get it back, I'm tighter than a wave cap
My bitch bought some scuba gear, 'cause cloud where the wave at
Don't you crack or I'ma snap, nappy headed
Marty, in the future someone bring the real back, ho
I got the anthrax, whipping bought my wrist back
Pip named slick back, you ain't get the memo n***a
Why you couldn't say that? Ho you gotta check the savage facts
I pull up with the cabbage patch, mama I just need a rag
Brody, let me get the pat, shawty, let me pull your tracks
N***a, what you rockin'? I just lookin' too embarrassin'
Say she got my baby, but that's another Billie Jean
Flex like I'm a coconut, go, I just, just made the team
Ayy, yo, ayy, late

[Chorus: Cloudmaster Price]
I'ma really put up on these n***as like, yeah, ayy
You gon' get this work, ayy, you gon' get this work
I'ma really put up on these n***as like, yeah
You gon' get this work, ayy