Work (feat. Casey Veggies, Twista & Nate Poetics)

Ty Dolla $ign

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    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 like eagles
    Soar in the highest clouds to let my conscience free
    So I can feed ex girls like sea gulls with better egos in out work
    While these ambitions girl 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 rehire myself
    For the take off
    Beach house… the ep

    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, pposed to fix ya

    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
    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 shawty
    She got 4 shots, we goin up, I don’t need no molly
    These hoes fuck with the squad, she ran through the whole posy
    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

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    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

    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

    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

    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

    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 producers
    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

    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

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