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(专辑: CLPPNG - 2014)
Holla out ya city if you'd ride for it Let 'em know why you'd die for it Same reason all these riders get high so it's All medicinal – now what you wan' buy, homie? Bye, bitch (bye, bitch), 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 base line Yup, line dance like a
hoedown Pimps up, daytime, whole block a
ghost town Ghost ride, Ghostface, Gs get ghost in a
moment Pour a
little for the
ghost of the
dead homie 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 Ls, no tags (get it in) And she looking like you ain't gon' 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 (go) Get that work, make that work work (go) Get that work, make that work work (go) Get that work, make that work work (Cocc Pistol, uh) See, I
get it, I
whip it, I
flip it, I
pocket the
profit (uh huh) Don't know when to stop it, they calling me Griselda the
harlot My Blahniks erotic, I
can't walk, the
heel is enormous The
arm in the
armrest (click-clack), these dames is dormant Uh, 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 'less I'm the
life of the
party Uh, I
been hitting from September to August Ahead of my time like lil old ladies in bonnets All I
need is a
sickle, I'ma reap me a
harvest The
hardest thing I
had to do was to make a
real promise, uh 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 Ls, no tags (get it in) And she looking like you ain't gon' 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 (go) Get that work, make that work work (go) Get that work, make that work work (go) Get that work, make that work— Stop, red lights in the
distance (woop, woop) You never been to that district they reference Trunk full of hashish and mescaline Your mind is a
mess and this bitch is undressing ya A. Mash on the
throttle like a G
Put a
bottle to your teeth, say "Fuck it – you free, man!" B. Pull over to the
side of the
street (woop) Keep your hand on the
shotty sitting up under the
seat or C. Let the
cop pull you over, say something slick On some JAY-Z 99 Problems-type shit D. 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 are not even a
co-star Just a
extra, they read about it as a
number Names got money in they wallet, ho! When the
stash low and it's no cash (get it in) And you riding, no Ls, no tags (get it in) And she looking like you ain't gon' 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 (go) Get that work, make that work work (go) Get that work, make that work work (go) Get that work, make that work work
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