Workin' It ft. Stunnaman02 Lyrics

Smoking’ on that George Bush

This that shit that we ride to

(Yea Yea Yea)

Okay

Aye aye

Okay

Bad bitch she a lil me

Pretty bitch no lil B

X nigga he don’t want the smoke

How could he

He a lil G

Ridin’ round she getting it

I’m loving her mobility

The way I open doors for her

She gave me bread for the chivalry

She roll them paper planes

She said she tryna see the cockpit

Turning on my music got the coochie like a faucet

Getting paid for preacher man that’s what I call a profit

Columbian partna got keys like a locksmith

Pretty with that ass to match

Gas may make her asthma attack

Her new nigga stress her out

Bitch, I don’t do half of that

Slid all in my DM’s she begging me just let her out

I said where you want to cum

She said put it in her Mouth

A menace to society my dogs is out the pound

(They free)

My niggas keep that cane like they came from Jordan Downs

She been workin’ it

Her employer was a clown

Her life was down the drain she met me it turned around

While she

Workin' it

The Way she move and throw that ass these nigga be immersed in it

Cant trust them lies I rolled the dice

When we knew she submerging shit

Ain't got no business in my business (ain’t no)

No concerning it

Consistent on the dream gone keep me clean like the detergent bitch

Stop acting like you did it by yourself

The team is earnin it

Win or lose just focus on the grind

Time to learn this shit

Hop up in the whip time to dip

I be swerving it

Take my money out the country

You know I'm converting it

(Yeah)

While she Workin' it

(She bad)

She be workin' it

Yeah workin' it

(Yeah yeah)

Mama plotting on the tele then she gone

She got her bag nobody mad

007 Out on that map

It’s impossible

She volatile

Had to pretend I ain't see that

When ya counting ya wins

And pulling some strings

It's time to speak up for the man in the back

While you ride in the city but seeking the pity

and end up the chosen one stuck in the trap

They folded the snitches and granted they wishes and after that moment

I knew it was wrap

The way she twerk it throw it back it got me so sick damn (Acho)

But guess what bitch I think it's time to bring you out your Sunday blues

You ain't got a clue

Why she preaching like we rendezvoused

You taking pictures of them dentures that's been suckin’ all the foos

You claim you different right

Be sippin white go get them Prada shoes

Gone Let a Nigga change yo life and make it right I do that shit on cue

What she do

What she do

What she do

I ain't got a clue

No clue

No clue

What she do

What she do

What she do

I ain’t got no clue baby

While she

Workin' it

The Way she move and throw that ass these nigga be immersed in it

Cant trust them lies I rolled the dice

When we knew she submerging shit

Ain't got no business in my business (Ain’t no)

No concerning it

Consistent on the dream gone keep me clean like the detergent bitch

Stop acting like you did it by yourself

The team is earnin it

Win or lose just focus on the grind

Time to learn this shit

Hop up in the whip time to dip

I be swerving it

Take my money out the country

You know I'm converting it

(Yeah)

While she Workin' it

(She bad)

She be workin' it

Yeah workin' it

(Yeah yeah)