Work Work - clipping. Holler out your city if you ride for it Let em know why you die for it Same reason all these riders get high so it's All medicinal now what you wanna buy homie Bye big bye big bye Mob shit Mob shit Boss talk Boss talk Game rich Game rich Name game Name game Gang signs Gang signs Work on the phone call it bass line Line dance like a ho down Pimps up daytime Whole block a ghost town Ghost ride Ghost face G's get ghost in a moment Pour a little for the ghosts of the dead homies Deadpan voice singing tin pan alley songs Panhandling in front of tourists with the camera phones Get it how you live Or live till you get it Get it in When the stash low and it's no cash Get it in And you riding no L's no tags Get it in And she looking like you ain't gone smash Get it in But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters how to go Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work I get it I whip it I flip it I pocket the profit Don't know when to stop it They calling me Griselda the harlot My erotic Can't walk the hill is enormous The arm in the armrest Click clack These dames is dormant I came up from boosting my garments Switching my handbags How I switching my polish Never catch me in the same blouse Unless I'm running to target Never catch me in a large crowd Unless I'm the life of the party I been hitting from September to August Ahead of my time like lili old ladies and bonnets All I need is a sickle imma reap me a harvest The hardest thing I had to do was to make a real promise I been counting money since elementary That's why these broke boys ain't getting into me And when the stash low And it ain't no cash flow Shit I go to work Move it by the boat load When the stash low and it's no cash Get it in And you riding no L's no tags Get it in And she looking like you ain't gone smash Get it in But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Stop Red lights in the distance You never been to that district they reference Drunk full of hashish and mescaline Your mind is a mess and this is undressing Mash on the blotter like a G Put a bottle to your teeth Say it you're a free man Pull over to the side of the street Keep your hand to the shotty sitting up under the seat Or Let the cop pull you over say something slick On some Jay-Z 99 Problems type shit All of the above in your head but It really doesn't matter cause you already dead No obituaries for the most part Nobody cares you're not even a co-star Just an extra They read about it as a number Names got money in their wallet When the stash low and it's no cash Get it in And you riding no L's no tags Get it in And she looking like you ain't gone smash Get it in But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work