[Intro]

King shit

Yeah, yo

Yeah

Who else we got?

You know who it is

Work

Sorry for the wait, my nigga

Work, work

I showed you niggas love with the work though

Ugh

I know that it took me all day to bring the yay

But shit, I'm here now, hope you niggas read' to play

I been countin' money all day, what I'ma say?

Pull up on my niggas like, "Y'all wanna get paid?"

[Verse 1]

Quarterback the rollers, I'm Aaron Rogers with motors

Got the flake with no soda, make mockeries out of quotas

Give out eights to my soldiers, play with my paper, I smoke 'em

Keepin' a chopper loaded and got no time for no holsters

Get a half a slab, let Billy blow up the bag

Then hit the hood like a sav, drop anybody I ask

See, this ain't for beginners who scared to get it, I seen it

Crystal church and cathedrals for any tweaker that needs 'em

Get as much as you need and let 'em go buy the D

You wanna hustle for Gs? My nigga, let's get this cheese

Took a brick out the earth, came back home with a smirk

In border racks and solid packs he'll finally blow up

We got work, holdin' down the turf, tax whoever serve

If you ain't gettin' your work from us, your business will get curbed

We got work, up and down the turf, cut some packs and swerve

'Bout to put the hood on lock when I send out all these birds

[Verse 2]

Trip my ho, nigga

Got it wholesale, Team Costco, nigga

Fiends been with us 'cause our rocks smoke bigger

Right there on the corner by the pothole fishin'

My office door never close, twenty-four and some mo'

Got tree, got booze, got snow

Got blow, got pills, got 'dro like I'm T.I. right hand man

Let's go, trappin' down with the back nineteen

Come from The Bay where they scream out, "Yee!"

And either that bitch has gotta pay that fee

We don't trick for no whores, they cater to a P

Twenty-eight for the P, no shake, no seeds

Everything for the low, for the blow and D

In the right place at the right time with the right rhyme

Who's to say? You can make me rich

Get 'em, go, go, go, go

I'm gone, they coppin' like they grocery shoppin'

Bro, he got ounces, if I ever see the top, bottom

Straight probably have 'em all in, got nothin' to lose

I got somethin' to prove, hustle hard like a grown up

And blow up, sho' 'nuff, this hundo uncut

This might make hte price go up, sho' 'nuff

D-boy, lookin' out for them decoys

Memoirs of a D-boy, previously employed

Wasn't makin more, now then, take it to the boys

Drama, death to informants

Got my spider sense tinglin'

Please watch how you speak around him

And I always make 'em take a hit

Before they spend, no fraud, ayy

[Chorus]

Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Break a bag)

Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga

Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Yeah)

Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga

Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up

This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us

Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up

This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us

Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up

This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us

[Verse 3]

I'm just a middle man nigga, rockin' cocaine, nigga

All these rats and these robbers got my finger on the trigger

You bound to end up dead or in the fed or somethin'

Sittin' 'round, ain't gettin' more than dough, what you scared or somethin'?

I was raised 'round convicts who stayed pullin' licks

Started off in this bitch with a mask and pistol grip

Runnin' off at the lip 'bout the grip he was makin'

Braggin' to his bitch 'cause he bringin' home the bacon

But his damn mouth flyin' off like a rocket

Caught him up in the parkin' lot and I robbed him

Was icy than a bitch, now he naked like a stripper

And wanna put some bread on my head like a skripper

[Verse 4]

I got work, nigga I got major work

I got OG, I got cookies and you know I got that purp

It's perico like it's legal, bitch I learned that in the dirt

Then I hit my nigga Ca$his and he hit me with that work

Rah, woo, see this just the shit I gotta do

Movin' state to state, shit too easy, I just gotta do it

Money keep on comin', I should teach a class on how to do it

They say, "Mr. Major, you so major, teach us how to do it"

Woo, you get to work and then you flip that shit

Then you double up and cut it up and then become the plug

I be with them niggas, yeah, we hustle 'til the sun come up

Made niggas always put in work, that's why they bitin' us

[Chorus]

Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Break a bag)

Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga

Break a bag, break a bag, break a bag (Yeah)

Still a sav, spill that cash on your ass, nigga

Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up

This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us

Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up

This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us

Hundred racks or more, fuck a nigga life up

This is for the lighters know all your whore bitches like us

[Verse 5]

Went J-O for some bucks, threw fifty in the stash

Went straight to the bank, had a hundred, no dash

Kid not, this ain't a game

My interscope got an aftermath that'll emulate

This shit's insane

Yeuch, I ain't been the same

Pull up, pull up, chill, I do damage

Fuck it, hold up, still

Keep it always hundred still

Break it, roll it, hit it, here (Whoo)

Never conceal snitches, doggin' my heels

Duck motherfucker, my gun duck for reals

Slay haters, death appeal

Get up out my face you fake imitators

Activate flame, I blaze instigators

Rectify, best if I

Let the nine blast instead of testify

Bullets to your dome and accessorize

I sully I defy

Against all odds, go hard 'til I die

Punk ass haters, meet the four-five