WORK Lyrics

I need bad bitches to the front

Bad bitches to the motherfuckin' front

And when I step out, your nigga on my line Hoe no cap,

I bring that pressure out

He can't leave me alone, that's a big fact

I don't know what that beef bout

Hoes ain't goin' pop up and won't do shit

Won't catch me stressin' over no nigga

Hoe I'm really bout my chips

I will cut that nigga off

If he got bitches hittin' my shit

I don't do drama,

I don't share stories

And I ain't postin' that nigga pics

Hoes will post heart eyes

Say they happy for you then suck all on his dick,

And he'll let him

Nigga crossed that foul line line and I next him

Been a big stepper

You crying over that nigga?

Hoe I'm flexin'

And you stressing, that nigga wanna be dog, baby

Just let him, but if you bucked up, you fucked up

And you ain't got no mind, I'm bout to take your nigga

And I'm bout to make him mine

You know

Yeah

How it go

Huh

Cuz if you bucked up, you fucked up

And you ain't got no mind, I'm bout to take your nigga

And I'm bout to make him mine

WASSUP

Yeah

Cuz if you bucked up, you fucked up

And you ain't got no mind, I'm bout to take your nigga

And I'm bout to make him mine

We aint no broke bitches , baby, we can spin

My bitches getting money

Making moves for the win In a league of my own

Don't compare me to them

I don't like that hoe

Or her bummy-ass friends I'm something like a public figure

Hoe take a picture But still might catch me in the trenches

Out with them hitters Now if you talking money, baby

I'ma listen But if I think you bluffing, baby

Just know I'm dippin' I heard the way he swing

That pickle really got you trippin' Give a fuck about how good it is

Won't ever catch me slipping

Couple dike bitties hit me who ready to bump the kitty But you know your nigga catch me

When I step out in your city

But you know he want

Two red bones kissing in the backseat Girl, don't stop, keep going that relax me

If I took your nigga, I don't need a hoe to ask me

Nothing bout nothing When you see me on the pad

You know,

Yeah

How it go?

Huh

Cause if you bucked up, you fucked up And you ain't got no mind

I'm bout to take your nigga And I'm bout to make him mine

What's up? Huh, yeah

Cause if you bucked up, you fucked up And you ain't got no mind

I'm bout to take your nigga And I'm bout to make him mine

What's up? Huh, yeah