Working ft. Northeast Redz & Lor Jamo Lyrics

Ayy ayy I said I'm workin' I'm ballin I'm havin

It's on me consistent

When you need that shit you better call me Relentless

Put it in they face, they can't avoid me

Know I got that za they can smell it

Before they saw me

I just spilled a whole pound all over the car seat

We in traffic cuttin up I just did like one oh one

Baby know I'm one of one but you know

I'm not one of them

I ain't goin in the club if they don't let my brother

Come

He ain't goin' in the club if he don't bring his Fucking gun

Dummy play security I don't think they hearing Me

Niggas can't put no fear in me

I don't even take them seriously

I be off that drink but I ain't gon' never put no Beer in me

Bitch I'm too much a deck of cards

Cant deal with me

I hotbox the whip in traffic I can barely see

My lil' man locked up and he sell k and three

They try to mimic it ain't work

Its only one of me

I'm always working talking overtime

When you see somebody up, getting to it

Gotta overgrind

And stack that shit up for a rainy day

Fuck their opinions that's a thought

Them niggas dick riders anyway

Me and Bandz ball like game seven

If they double team us we can still score

I had this lil' bitch she was hatin on the motion

Had to cut her ass off so I can get to it

And I'm still a west-side nigga with them Northeast bippers

I be pimpin I ain't simpin with these hoes

I been tryna get these niggas in yeah the game

But this shit get off the chain im with a cutter

I been tryna up the score

Ayy, and this bitch, she on green light

Oh yeah, that means she on go and it don't seem Right

How all these niggas turn to hoes, make sure that Beam right

When I attach it to that blick I get flashy

With my bitch, she get ratchet in this bitch, woah

Don't tell me no lies, who get it wetter

Bitch you want another Bitch, I fuck around and Let her

I be in the studio 2K he rollin' pressure

And if you shop with the Red Bull he fuck around And bless you

Come on let's go