Works Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ayy, uh, DX man, you stay flexin', yeah, yeah

Damn, I need some rubbers, I'm a motherfucker, all I do is bake

Like a mother, natural born hustler, she got a pretty pussy, she should be in the hustler

Hot boy, yeah, I'm a stunner, she don't know what she want, but she want it

Shorty hold on to the D like she want it, smoke a lot of weed and none of it gets fronted

Make hits like home runs, she barely gets funded, dark places get exposed when it's sunny

Greed is sex, cars, clothes, and money, you gotta give to receive new money

Highs get raised cause of what we funding, ancestors were slaves centuries away, now we gunning

You can cop what you need, but ain't no refunding, this tear gas was spiced from the perfect onion

Wood better not get to running, my only addiction is pussy, weed, and money

I work with a buzz cause it work for ya, I lay it down just to pick it up

My only intent is to get rich as fuck, fuck fam

I can feel it in the air like Beanie, blind to the bullshit, Ray Charles, Stevie

I ain't got no idols, I love to feel the pistol grips and toting on rifles

Put a lot of work in, I move like a business, streets got me ignorant

Taught my niggas how to fish, rest in peace Nipsey

My shorty wine fine, love when she be getting tipsy

Baby give me one more chance, rapping like I'm Biggie

Rebel with a diploma, check my status, freshest pip

And I make her feel the gladness, rocking Cartier's

Making money the fastest, in that V8 doing the dash

Triple digits on dash, blowing gas, I'm a Citgo

Touching green, call me Izzo, these bitches they artificial

Getting off that indo, I ain't giving out no info

Eat like the last slice, Kimbo, getting money like I'm 50

Bitch I never shopped, in the window, grinding like it's day one

Sampling fiends, they gone and take up, pitching like I'm Peyton

I work with a buzz, cause it works me up

I lay it down, just to pick it up, my only intent is to be rich as fuck

Fuck fame

Niggas screw ups, tryna win off they last luck

Money hungry niggas looking for a come up

Niggas has beens, somebody tell em time's up

Good bread, good bread nigga

That's that nigga, real bredwinner shit

I don't see you niggas out here making no cheese

Niggas ain't involved in moving up, doing shit for they kids

Niggas out here lost in the street

Somebody say a prayer for these niggas

I'm from the source and I'm out

Burn something

Roll the wood

Time to get to it