[Intro: Lil Duke]

Yea L.A., smoke the good weed, ya dig?

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

Hard work pays off

Hell, we don't get no days off

Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft

I had to come up, make myself a boss

Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross

Ferrari kit you could hit it, it's off

Believing in God, I iced out the cross

Got choppers on choppers you better not cross

I got [?] on [?]

Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost

Thottie, she don't give a fuck what it costs

Nigga we winning, we do not take loss

Got a couple bad bitches in Boston

She like to suck it right out of me

I keep it on me like I hit the lottery

I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]

I came from nothing, I was dead broke

Prices get cheaper when they come on boat

My bitch is so bad, she like it in her throat

Givenchy all white, I'm dressing like the Pope

My bitches on greenlight, them bitches on go

White bitches snorting the coke

I never seen a bitch there when I go

We on the road and we selling out shows

Told you before that it's bros over hoes

Got me a drink and I pour up a four

Roll in the back was so fat that I choke

I'm a young boss, I'm in L.A. with loads

I don't talk two-faced, you listen too slow

Baby come fuck me and suck me and go

She suck on that dick like a muh'fucking pro

She like my demeanor, pull up in a ghost

Counting up racks and checks everyday

She said she like my style in every way

You want a feature, then you got to pay

You ain't talking money, you out of place

Got a new Uzi, I'll blow you to space

Pay for that case and just throw it away

Right at them puppet, we toting them K

Stack up that money to see better days

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

Hard work pays off

Hell, we don't get no days off

Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft

I had to come up, make myself a boss

Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross

Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it's off

Believing in God, I iced out the cross

Got choppers on choppers you better not cross

I got [?] on [?]

Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost

Thottie, she don't give a fuck what it costs

Nigga we winning, we do not take loss

Got a couple bad bitches in Boston

She like to suck it right out of me

I keep it on me like I hit the lottery

I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty

[Verse 2: Nechie]

Nechie shining, see the diamond glisten

Hit a nigga with a stolen glizzy

32 shot let it pop out the Glock

Hop out that drop and I pop at yo' top

I take up yo' block, [?]

Fuck a scale, nigga buy a bale

I just bought my nigga out of jail

He caught a body, he ain't fucking tell

Had me water, yeah I need a well

Bought the foreign just to fishtail

Forgiato, yeah they blowing kisses

Skrrt skrrt, on you monkey bitches

Banana clip for you monkey niggas

All my shooters, yeah they Reggie Miller

I just flooded me another bezel

Diamonds singing like they Bryson Tiller

Hard work, bitch, hard work

Make her suck it 'till her jaw hurt

Shoot the glizzy 'till my palm hurt

Catch you lacking, you gon' hit the dirt

I just made a 50 off of merch

I just made a 50 off of percs

I done made a 50 off of lean

I'm a motherfucking trap king

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

Hard work pays off

Hell, we don't get no days off

Knock 'em right off and go hide in the loft

I had to come up, make myself a boss

Everyday hustling like I'm Rick Ross

Ferrari [?] you could hit it, it's off

Believing in God, I iced out the cross

Got choppers on choppers you better not cross

I got [?] on [?]

Hit 'em up then we gon' pay for the cost

Thottie, she don't give a fuck what it costs

Nigga we winning, we do not take loss

Got a couple bad bitches in Boston

She like to suck it right out of me

I keep it on me like I hit the lottery

I came from nothing, I grew up in poverty