[Intro: Rick Ross]
It's family (fusiness)
Strictly Yayo
Fuckin' moolies
Yo Gotti
I, I got work
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boss n***a, you a lost n***a
(Cup a green shot, just to across n***a?)
I don't [?], that's how I floss n***a
You can wife the bitch, but there's toast n***a
Cocain numbers, they'll never lie
We Grade-A fish scale, we'll never die
Fuck a hater too, (then make?) them multiply
Then [?] with the redeye (yeah)
Ain't nobody bitch sideway
I had the kitchen, jumpin pots, cookin sideways
[?] work boi, I'm like the [?]ster
Yeah I rap now but bitch I've been served
[Chorus]
I, I got work
Yo Gotti (work)
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You n***as silver spoon, I shiver spurs
Sat on a corner had it poppin like it self-served
Octane talkin' bout my block game
Boy the Glock make it so to help me with my lock game
Whipping concrete now a n***a [?]
Hard-headed they digits in my dry-wall
I run the street robbers won't approach the boy
Take a picture of ya cause she knows you poster boy
Lamborghini, new picasso, pullin' over boy
I'm wet n***as, yeah I take it overboard
Carnival cruise lines for me to choose mine
Duffle bag of hunnids, a new fit, and two nines
[Chorus]
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby
I, I got work
I got work
I got work
Oh so much work baby
I got work