Workin lyrics

by

Lex Luger



[Verse 1]
Smoked out, just boarded my flight
TSA all in my face in line
I smell like gas and a bag every time
Even when I’m up, my n*gga I’ma grind
When I’m down n*ggas can’t tell ‘cause I shine
Went out my way, made sure I got mine
Plate getting scraped, only thing on my mind my n*gga
Got richer, got smarter, got flyer, got better my n*gga
f*ck b*tches, f*ck n*ggas, go and get your cheddar my n*gga
If they gettin’ it, don’t trip, get yours, it’s levels my n*gga
I said I’m done with the evils for good and I know that the devil gon’ miss me
A n*gga worth something, can’t risk it
You tryna hurt something, that’s iffy
A n*gga murk something ‘bout this sh*t
Still comfortable in my city
Every time I burn something, thank god ‘cause he with me
When I’m in the hills, don’t get no service
When n*ggas tryna hit me, work to get busy

[Hook]
Look at my whip, look at my b*tch
Look at my fit, look at my clique
Look at this sh*t, look at the jewels
Look at the view, n*gga this sh*t sick
This came from working n*gga
Nobody gave me sh*t, this came from working n*gga
You better get yours too
Look at my whip, look at my b*tch
Look at my fit, look at my clique
Look at this sh*t, look at the jewels
Look at the view, n*gga this sh*t sick
This came from working n*gga
Nobody gave me sh*t, this came from working n*gga
You better get yours too
[Verse 2]
Started getting paid, been geeked ever since
Stacking my change, I ain’t tryna buy sh*t
f*ck getting laid, n*gga tryna ride Benz
Happy or rich, damn why I gotta pick?
Little D’usse when I’m with a n*gga’s b*tch
She love this song, n*gga this her sh*t
I love them walls, n*gga her sh*t grip
From where the n*ggas my age either on t-shirts
Or they upstate stretched on beds
Gotta stay down on the way down
sh*t take time when a young n*gga blessed like this
Young n*gga flex like this
Say one word, b*tches wanna have sex like this
Grind with the best I did
n*ggas getting checks in the e-mail and text message
Taylor and Lex the sh*t
n*ggas still mad, I’m high, I ain’t pressed for sh*t
Think I’m ‘bout one, backends
Up all night getting right, getting these tracks in
Working, this sh*t don’t stop
Worried ‘bout me, better get you a pound or a block
n*gga like me can’t watch
n*gga like me need it off top

[Hook]
Look at my whip, look at my b*tch
Look at my fit, look at my clique
Look at this sh*t, look at the jewels
Look at the view, n*gga this sh*t sick
This came from working n*gga
Nobody gave me sh*t, this came from working n*gga
You better get yours too
Look at my whip, look at my b*tch
Look at my fit, look at my clique
Look at this sh*t, look at the jewels
Look at the view, n*gga this sh*t sick
This came from working n*gga
Nobody gave me sh*t, this came from working n*gga
You better get yours too
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