werk Lyrics

God damn it, man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

I had enough of all that work, tryna go berserk

I'm tryna dirty up my business, tryna bloody up a shirt

I gotta wrap my windows tinted, the police wanna hit it

They ain't bout to get it cause I'm in another city, come on

Gold chains, or that ain't my hoe, uh, no

Cocaine on a plate to go, uh

Cobain got a face to blow, uh

That old thing ain't the same no more

(Let's get to)

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Said I'm tryna hit a double play, gotta love it man

Lotta trouble round, that work been getting in the way

Gotta double down, thank you for your service man

Got a bunch of clowns working for the circus, hey

I ain't one to fuck my life up

But man I love it when they hit me with the nice stuff

I think I finally see the bitch that I just might cuff

We ain't even going hard, we sip a light cup

(We gotta)

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

Better than, better than, better than, better than

Better than it, it was back then, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bigger than, bigger than

Bigger than it, it was back then

These hoes they think that I'm a pop star, treat me like a top dog

I ain't one to talk but man, I need to get my shots called

Puffing on that za za, la di da di, da da

I don't puff too much because you know I gotta gotta

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

We gotta

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work

I had enough of all that work, tryna go berserk

I'm tryna dirty up my business, tryna bloody up a shirt

I gotta wrap my windows tinted the police wanna hit it

They ain't bout to get it cause I'm in another city

Gold chains, or that ain't my hoe

Cocaine on a plate to go

Cobain got a face to blow

That old thing ain't the same no more

(Let's get to)