@Work ft. Giane Morris Vaughn, Ill University & Play Cousin Lyrics

Ugh

Bitch, I work at Walmart

Pull your card no Hallmark

This is what you call artistic shit

Missed it if it went over your head

Because I knocked it out your ballpark

Put this into y'all cart

Cop it

'Cause I get work

'Cause I get work

'Cause I get work

'Cause I get work

Ugh

Bitch I work at Burger King

Got doe but not ordering

Busy on my telephone

Y'all can't get that hoe to ring

Keep y'all on that other line

Ain't got time I'm on my grind

So tell them haters to get off it

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

Bitch I work at Walmart

Pull your card no hallmark

This is what you call artistic shit, missed it

If it went over your head because I knocked it out your ballpark

Put this into y'all cart, cop it

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work

I work everywhere bitch

Bitch I ain't even got a job

And I ain't got no food either

This corn on the cob ain't shit

Like these stripper hoes is just known teasers

But I eat it anyway

She satisfy my thirst

and make my hunger go away

Still gettin off 'cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

Ugh

I work at Noodles doe bitch

Eat a pesto perfecto

Lets go to the studio bitch, for real doe

I hate my job got me gassed up, Texaco

So I hopped a bus to the Alamo

And I'ma come back strapped with a calico

And get this work, work, work doe

Get this work, work, work doe

Come get this work, work, work doe

Let's get this work, work, work, work doe

Bitch I work at Walmart

Pull your card no hallmark

This is what you call artistic shit, missed it

If it went over your head because I knocked it out your ballpark

Put this into y'all cart, cop it

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work, work

'Cause I get work, work

I work everywhere bitch

Now Solomon, you better throw me on this shit

Ugh

Bitch don't quit your day job

To get here, y'all are ways off

All my niggas we get promoted

And y'all niggas get laid off

We grind hard, no days off

We shine bright, we all-stars

You going HAM up in the club

You niggas ain't no ball hogs

My name is Mr. Bill Collector

Dodging all of my phone calls

It says your number's disconnected

You delete me out your phone logs

You can pay me every dollar and the interest charged

Now I think you owe something

And I'm talking more than 50 Large

I'm clever, I'm really clever

Over your head, I have feathers

As fly as ever, I hath no effort

Bitches thirsty like desert level expert under pressure

Rap niggas are so corny and I don't like your texture

Now they want on my dick, got enough that you can measure

You gon' feel it when I cum, mind fucks its been a pleasure

Give two fucks, it gets better

When it rains, bring umbrellas bitch

I get this work no matter what the weather is bitch