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732Cash

"Work"

(Hook)

I can't go to sleep I go to work
b*tch i’m in the studio
Gotta make this sh*t work
Freaky hoe she pullin' up her skirt
When i'm pullin’ off the lot yea you know I (skirt skirt,skirt)
On the block gotta make it work
Thinking sh*t sweet boy you bound to get hurt
Pay me in advance for my worth
Got it out the dirt watch me make this sh*t work

(Verse1)

I can't lose a dollar tryna make sense
Boy you too broke can't even pay the rent
They wanna make amends
But I'm making bands, b*tch I feel like puff
How I'm making these bands
Rocking Louie lenses cash so independent
Bad Yellow b*tch I'm tryna take her spirit
n*ggas on the gram gas all pretenders
I ain't scared to die dog I'm God fearing
He was off the gas now he’s on a Poster
b*tch I’m in the garden wit a king cobra
Heard they was moving wit the rats & the roaches
I could show you how to move in a room full of vultures
Keep that toaster, if a n*gga creep up on ya use ya thrower
Yea smoking big gas barely sober
Tryna skirttt off in that new Tesla Roadster .... Ain't fold up


(Hook)

I can’t go to sleep I go to work
b*tch i'm in the studio
Gotta make this sh*t work
Freaky hoe she pullin' up her skirt
When i'm pullin’ off the lot yea you know I (skirt skirt,skirt)
On the block gotta make it work
Thinking sh*t sweet boy you bound to get hurt
Pay me in advance for my worth
Got it out the dirt watch me make this sh*t work


(Verse2)

Yea, Yea, Watch me make that sh*t work
Yea, Yea, Watch me make that sh*t work
Yea, Yea, Watch me make that sh*t work (watch it work yea)
Cash got rack yea

Ok kept my nose clean got it straight the mud
When you hear my name all you thinking is floods
n*ggas know we heavy every time we pop up
& Yo b*tch for everybody you in love wit a dub
Rather play the block before I'm playing the club
If it ain't about no money I can't hang wit you scrubs
Internet gangsta keep on using ya thumbs
& i'm smoking on that gushers this sh*t puncture my lungs
Know these hoes for everybody they be f*cking for funds
Think that pus*y all for me she prolly thinking I'm dumb
Ain't no love in my heart swear this b*tch so numb
It's Conceited Records baby I can't f*ck wit no one

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