[Intro]

Phew, ayy

(It's Hokatiwi)

[Verse 1]

Grindin' like I'm Rob Dyrdek, this shit ridiculous

When you play that back door, you cannot be conspicuous

Only time I match with the drip, 'fit intricate

Typin' numbers in, card green like an immigrant

It was fraudulent, but now the pape' legitimate

Prince of the Mitten, they'll tell you that in Michigan

If they try denyin' it, they probably been a bitch

Treat that drop like a comment when we pinnin' it

Choked off a puff, thnk the 'za laced with cinnamon

Shit, the way I'm gettin' chased, you'd probably think I'm in the mix

The move that I hit her with meant for finishin'

Told him, "Say no to drugs," blowed, I'm a hypocrite

Soon as he walkеd away, I sat back and sipped a six

Cuddy got one eyе open while he hit the scripts

You would think we need a wheelbarrow how we flippin' bricks

Brodie said he put the Percs down, but he miss the itch

On the road jacked up like I gotta fix the whip

Dog Shit Militia, play with us, you get bit by pits

Treat the buffs like the TRX, had to tint my sticks

I was fallin' off that cliff, had to fix my grip

Never, ever, ever could I slip, had to blick my hip

Boy, I'm rich as shit

What that mean? That mean think 'fore you fix your lips

Bean talk with the plug, did the pintos ship?

If I ain't top one on it, then forget your list, Bible

Jack of all trades, I'm a human Swiss army knife

I might stand up on the table, leave the party hype

Nah, I'm playin', you won't catch me out, I ain't the party type

Clip curlin' off the Drac', lookin' like an Arby's fry

Lookin' like a hairball in the 'Cat, I live the Marni life

I got fire on my waist, but the Cartis ice

(Long live $cams, SBDSM, alright, look)

Life a gamble, brodie catchin' jacks, I had to follow suit

Watch your surroundings, shooter trailin', tryna follow you

When you got a couple dollars, hoes, they'll swallow you

Got unc' scammin', his ID say Bartholomew

[Interlude]

(Work, hey, work, ayy, work, ayy)

Work, work, huh, ayy

(Work, work, huh, ayy, work, work)

[Verse 2]

Rat-ass ho, you ain't even worth a boob job

All that tryna steal our powers, we gon' turn to Tune Squad

Thinkin' we done maxed out, I done turned a new knob

I'ma call you Terry Crews, you be workin' two jobs

Fuck the easy way, never care about usin' the stairs

They can never take my spot from me, this ain't musical chairs

Ninety-nine percent of who be talkin' tough shoot in the air

Quagen and the loose leaf, you playin' a brew and a square

Without the money, I get lonelier than Akon

Lonelier than Speaker Knockerz, glad I got some pape' now

With all these snakes that's around, can't relate now

Stay dangerous, it ain't no point in bein' safe now

3 PM, fallin' 'sleep, that's a drank nod

I'm so high like, oh, shit, hey, God

Buffed up, swingin' sticks like I'm A-Rod

Glitch on this bitch, boy, the Glocky got a K mod

So much money out of BoA, you'd think I bank-rob

Couldn't even touch the backboard, I can bang now

Said you want smoke with us, you must be laced, huh?

See the life we livin', oh, that's right, you want a taste, huh?

[Outro]

You gon' have to (Work, work, work)

(Work, work, work)