Makin It Work - Intellectual

[Intro]

(4DaysOnTheBeat)

Yeah, had to cut a couple hoes, yeah (Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, fool)

[Verse]

Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna take shots

Had to switch a couple flows, they be tryna take spots

Got a thirty and a forty and fifty in a sock

Got a thirty and a forty and a twenty band knot

I'ma go in hibernation, I ain't slidin' 'til it's hot

And he said he wanted sauce, I'ma give his ass Motts

I got shrimp fettuccine in the goddamn pot

And I feel like Ruth Chris, got a lamb in the chop'

Let me go smoke a J with Manny and Turk

I done went and got a mil', I'm makin' it work

He spent his last fifteen, that's not his first

I just got a ten-piece with sauce and jerk'

She want a Telfar bag, she bought that purse

Let me hit a stepback, I feel like Dirk

I done got a couple mil', I'm makin' it work

Go and spot up in the corner, Luc Richard

I just got a touchdown, a hundred yards

He don't even wanna mow, he stomp the yard

I don't ever wanna lack, I pay with card

You need to go and pay rent this month

You need to go and get a check this month

You need to go ahead and flex this month

And take a look at how my necklace stunt

And he just went ahead and tried to dunk

Now I feel like he just tore his achilles

I'ma pull up on a dirt bike poppin' a wheelie

Caught a play up in the field like I'm Jone [?]

When I take a hit of Gusher I got no feelings

Let me go and meet the plug on the shoreline

He said he'll have it back for me in no time

How you think you 'boutta blow with no shine?

I'ma go and punch and then smoke in my downtime

Heard a lot of talkin', it was comin' through the grapevine

Brodie with the unit, he be stayin' with the canines

I just think I went and saw a wire on his waistline

I think I went and saw a walkie-talkie in his pocket

He thinkin' that he better, well you gonna have to top it

Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna take shots

Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna take knots

Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna hit spots

And they thought I had a writer but I punch off top

I be makin' money straight off a laptop

We 'boutta do a twenty-one up on the blacktop

And my buddy puttin' gas in the Trackhawk

I just hit her for a minute, made her leg lock

Bitch, you in the ten spot

They wanna know how I do it, I need a TED Talk

They wanna know what I'm wearing, look in the deadstock

I had to pull up a pairin' just like a headshot