She Gotta Work Lyrics

Ay, me and my homies, we smokin' dope

Ay, uh, me and my homies, we smokin' dope

At the spot, right by the store, we finna roll

You can come, you just need to bring a blunt

We got cookies, we got runtz

Shit'll last you bout a month

No need to hunt, no need to front

Shit'll hit you like a punt

Ay, bitch, I'm trappin', I'm poppin' them percs

She want a purse, man she gotta work

I'm facin' blunts like I'm facin' court

Bitch, I been ballin', not talkin' sports

Bitch, I been stressed, bitch, smokin' these ports

I got the money, might buy a fort

Stand on your money, you lookin' short

Pussy

That bitch I know

She ain't innocent no more, man, she a hoe

That gas I puff and then I blow

I got a super special dope, it'll make you float

You'll a rope, I been sinnin', bitch, I need to see a pope

But I won't, uh

I need a bitch that's low-key, uh

I need a bitch that don't know me, uh

I keep two fours like Kobe

I got some rolls I'm a dope fiend, uh

I see your bitch and I'm pokin', uh

And you know that I ain't jokin', uh

She wanna fuck while I'm smokin', uh

She wanna fuck while I'm chokin', uh

Yeah, uh

They hear Armani, they thinking exchange

I hear Armani ain't nothin' bu change

I know they bitches, they all know my name

I got that pussy that I wanna tame

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders

Your chain cold, but my chain colder

Chillin' with God, bitch, I see the light

I know some pussies that wanna come fight

I got some hoes, I don't gotta main

I got the pack and I got the strain

If I cannot get it, I'm gettin' my way

Askin' the Lord to give me a day, ay

Uh, ay

Askin' the Lord to give me a day

Ay

All I need is a day

Bitch, I'm trappin', I'm poppin' them percs

She wanna purse, man, she gotta work

I'm facin' blunts, like I'm facin' court

Bitch, I've been ballin', not talkin' sports

Bitch, I've been stressin', smokin' new ports

I got the money, might buy a fort

Sendin' your money, you in the short

Pussy